Dead Cat Foxing

Deep sweet dread
Syrupy dread
I’d love to live
But I smell death
Deep regret
Arm caught in
A blood pressure test
But I smell death

Feels like I missed the real end
I must live in the index
The universe is mumbling
“Buy a gun or something?”

Now that I have some time alone
I’m chewing through my arm down to the bone there’s
Time enough now at last I know all the
Blood in my head is going home​