it always comes back to decay

i googled the word decay

went to the images page

one of the pictures was

of hashima japan

 

i googled this place

and saw the definition

of inevitable decay

 

i asked jenny if she had heard of it

 

“everyone born in japan

knows about hashima”

she instructed

 

i blushed

i didn’t know jenny was born in japan

 

“is that why you married me?

to become a u.s. citizen?

 

jenny slapped me so hard i saw stars

then she went into the bathroom

and slammed the door

 

needless to say it was a few hours more

of what one would call a major apology

 

jenny is my relevant drama

but abandonment and decay

holds sway in the courtroom of my mind

 

i’ve tried to leave these words behind

over 200 posts is the foundation of redundancy

which is tantamount to boredom

and in need of decay

 

but it just won’t go away

and like excited electrons in extreme temperatures

that then become neutrons

the next step is only one step closer to the end

so the step to me remains meaningless

 

but right now i am filling jenny’s glass

kissing some major ass

because the end of means

does not mean i want

a means to an end

 

so tonight i’m making amends

because the only philosophy that ascends

and leads to bliss

is the one that will stop jenny

from denying her kiss

 

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