Every night I get drunk and write a paper.

I'll be dead and
You'll live off
Heroically.

By time I mean
Metathesis
And what I meant
That I forgot:

Proclub falling soddenly--
Under-etherized splash
Of Sylph-matter, awkward knot
In the misty ware--
A delicate counter-currency
Of obsolescent board games.

Defaulting wasn't always terrible.

I don't wanna be a dad.