bad poetry

I feel death all around me

i’d like to say like a bad perfume

but that’s a bad line

death is like a bad perfume

even if that makes for bad poetry

i’ve had a strange relationship

who hasn’t!?

with the decibels of death

the shrieking loudness of its continual

graft for attention

I know it’s there, who doesn’t!?

I don’t care that much

not in an adolescent death to joy mask

like I really mean it, but I don’t

I do mean it

I don’t care that much

death is full of threats

do it already

what have you got!?

your threats are a void

today I had a philosophical

discussion about treats

animal crackers are not treats

because they are not chocolate

so there scythe wielder