Did you finally find that other boy, Spirit born of damp mattresses and smokey skies

dizzy dames deliciousloy dancing undone stockings falling like your standards pretty baby jane eyes floating like fire through this grey-day domicile

left no suicide scribe when he checked his smile at the door

milked those wrists i extended for "patch-me-up" kisses

plastic souls bouncin free bouncin down another boy.

he's never

coming

back.