there is a zombie tiger
with maggot eyes
behind your breast
in your chest
he is a great beast
covered in putrid puss
leaving a trail of slime behind
he is a dead killer
lumbering in your heart
he is a hunter
he is a fear
he is orange and black and brown
and yellow and white and squirming
and oozing and decomposing
with fur falling off
exposing bone
that dusts out into the atmosphere
he is a toothless poison
bitten by his own bitterness
he is a corrupted carnivore turned to carrion
he is the suns last moments
upon a withering carcass
collapsing into chaos
he is the devils little dinner bell
a clarion
for feasting vermin
I order a large coffee
with a blueberry cake
and pumpkin donut.
Halloween is tomorrow. Then thanksgiving.
Remember
how many times
we got stuck
conferencing together
in cars
in storms?
I’d try not to look at you,
or pay too much attention
to how your smell was making me grateful
that the rain was pummeling
so hard
that there was no way
we could get out,
and that was just fine by me,
cuz im kinda arrogant
and think im invulnerable to addictions,
like I got some kind of knowledge.
I dont know anything at all.
Except that I love you.
You and that disgusting tiger.
You think I cant see.