The Odd Orderlies
Are you leaving?You can't expect everything to be fiction
Erased at will.
I'm retrieving
Every single contradiction
You ever spilt.
I remember
Your two heads lying
The sign of endless here.
Sole contender,
I have been trying
By dying alone in beer.
I want nothing
But to finish what we crossed
And already started.
Please stop laughing -
Your derision is coarse
And makes me smart.