Poem | what’s the deal?

Got into the flat

and it had that

flat smell.

And I reminisced about

all the relationships

I never had

the good fortune

of knowing,

building,

ending

myself.

Break ups,

broke me up

into pieces.

All that energy,

and each work out

working my shit out,

each time I ran

estranged

from my own

loneliness;

I wanted to write

a character, a man

as a chilled.

Spitting down steps

watching the sea

look like skin

under a microscope, or

a million shots

in rotation

a landscape

scraping

millions

of years.

The updraft,

of cumulous

clouds echoed

the waves past

the horizon where

there was no clarity,

and all men talk

only on one side

of the razor

between.

“Want another

line?”

Its new years,

and to say yes

is to break my

resolution; already broken

Lucky, my only resolution

was to gain greater

clarity on why I act

the way that I do…

I snorted the line and watched

as the flat horizon mimicked

the movement of

the water, making

me feel

Something.