i had a brother once
he drowned in a bathtub before he had ever learned how to
talk

and i don't know what his name was but my mother does
i heard her say it once, padriac my prince i have all but died
from the

sheer weight of my shame. you cried but no one came and the
water filled your
tiny lungs. appear, my dear, and cry for me. it was six years

ago today that
we laid you in your grave, your sweet young skin was shining
then too.

and so tonight to celebrate i will poison myself.
another coughing, shaking fit in a bathroom that is spinning.
so i close the door and rest my head on the tile floor,

sickness and sleep turning me cold.
i am still not sure, is there some better place i could be
heading towards?

where the selfishly sick and self absorbed are welcome.
i saw the future once.
i was drunk in a phone booth.

my eyes were wet and red but i could not tell what was said
and through the screams of the traffic voices carried saying
i am sorry

on a day so gray its black inside
watching churches on tv
in a coma you don't dream you just hope that someone sits with

you
babies turn blue when they are ignored like the sky on summer
days

before you turn and walk away it has changed you
so tonight to compensate i will poison myself
another coughing, shaking fit in a bathroom that is spinning.