One day life is going to swallow you whole

it’s going to bite through your weak flesh

and flimsy intentions and ambitions

and I won’t help it or you.

 

You’re both zero-sum games to me,

there is no victory and only

defeats that snatch away all hope

for something better and

meaningful,

like hearing Wagner and waiting for

the climax to come

only for somebody to kick your

record player to shit,

of your iPod dying right before the

 

drop.

 

There’s a Circle somewhere reminding me

that you fucking disappoint me and

it was not always the case,

but most of the time,

it was.

 

I guess you aren’t unlike life itself,

there’s no winning or losing in the end,

because the end removes all value from the game,

and the only way to live is to

enjoy it all

the bad and the good

and the in-between

because it’s all something,

for

now,

until it all rejoins the inanimate

nothingness,

that our souls have sought our entire lives.