Home Is Where You Hang Yourself Every Time I Die

Sign my farewell with the chimes of clock radios
7a.m. sun reveals a failed cherubim
Dangling from the rafters like a sentimental ghost floating midway
Between the curse of the sky and you

This noose
Carries
What atrophied wings can't

Don't you want me
Disenchanted
A deader shade of sorry

Buried from the neck up in a slipknot
Dragging my feet through the dead air
Suspended a fallen chair length from the ground
When you found me

When they finally found me
This halo fit my throat

I am your contorted angel
Writhing at a loss for wings

Swelled tongues tell of brighter eyes
A severed spine of better days
Like the deafened clicks
Of a blue lipped off the beat pendulum