Monster Zero

It’s always too late to call
it’s always semi-stupid to think of
anything else crueler than you
that space that ends in “the unknown”
another place to drive to...
in order to not be here
I never failed as often as the first time I saw you
a black sketch for every missed hour or day
or week
a love bent backwards
in a constant state of regression
there’s a picture for every lame excuse we held
to not bother
a map of colored foot-prints
those experiences...in polaroid
a spiral of substances
viral intrusions
every clinging idiocy
every fucked up odyssey
while you count on something we'll never be
where is that drunken swirl?
That helps to dissipate your face
where is that familiar phrase?
that summed up that mini-century called “us”
Your narrow world will be crushed
then implode
eventually
and you’ll be the only Monster at ground zero.