Funeral Genius

The sky below is always falling
a little
Gray cakes of sound
rust
You speak late come
quiet
What space is
between us

The subway fires its shotgun start
And I just love the city a lot
despite you

Don’t go over the yellow
line
And you’ll be just
fine

You have followed me even here
my anger keeps you stalking near

Even though I know
better
Dream in blue but breathe in red-
orange
through exhaust pipe
lungs

Funny how I dream about
living
as much as I dream about
dying
Because you happen to be
a funeral
genius

What good does it
do me?
I feel the devil on my
neck
closing in, quite
a threat

The subway fires its shotgun start
And I just think about living a lot
despite you