This Regrettable End

might the strings swell again

so then sadly descend

for to lend due respect

this regrettable end

for i slept with the best

as ive wept with the rest

ever blessed with this sense

some swift end might be met

could those strings swell again

lest mine eyes will instead

for to lend baited breath

less this life that ive left

yet our psalm soldiers on

postscript first fell to fawn

where each chord corresponds

whom to all ive done wrong

chest drawn of breath

(?) red as fresh stretched post-fuck flesh

wed both sooner forget

and yet strange successions remind

flushed with desperate decline

certain prides thus obliged

ive resigned to this life

rife with primes passed behind

strains of rasp worried (?)

and though time to surmise all my wherefores and whys

though i suppose should it help to know

im oh so glad to go

what with both soaked underclothes

and were that this the final phrase cast from these lovely lips

i pray remember this

remember this

what once was red with ones past

though now no strings attached

for the lust or its (?) just cant help coming back

well past the grieve weve reached each creased

of ceaseless griefs weve seen

save this one grief we leave