Poem 4

The Judas kiss looks good on you.
The champagne is warm but it's the thought that counts.
Reality kicks your ass so then you run fast into a light that's not even yours.
If only you could put courage on your credit card.
If only you could get approved for a little approval.
If only your ability to die inside while still alive wasn't such an art form.
I can accept that our bond was blessed and that what is blessed can become a form of disrespect. 
Circus queens can you hear me?
The process of becoming an echo as opposed to tangible sound.
Lion tamer are you still out there among the carnage pretending it isn't carnage?
The idea that we are only the sum of our disasters can keep us up at night.
Death came to me in the form of the living.
Death came to me with grief on another frequency.
Life is unfair and of course we also find that unfair but now I see that you were never really there.
A virgin margarita wishing it was tequila. 
By Matt White