heady

drop the ropes, VIP
you see,
the bulbs, they flash,
and blind,
and tease; you
pull the cord,
the vest inflates, the
smiles, how they
cooperate.
this world is fake,
and trite, and
true,
and though i'll never
get to you and your
bulldog smile, your
gilded eyes, these
diamond-dripping
fingertips,
at least you'll have
security
that you were never
meant for me, and
barrel on, barrel through,
cause i guess
neither was i meant
for you.

k.