peptic

he can't say he missed the poetry
life imitated his perversion to
create something from an image

he wrote cynical love
of drunken penmanship
and none at all
when he tried sober
for distant reasons
to please her
gave logic a lean
to how the world seemed
as long as she liked him

morality it appears
makes alleys out of cats
even when the purr
is heard on the line
before the claws strike home

in his mind he's a nihilist
an unattendant son
and a weak willed man
but i see him and say

truth has no morality
when the deceit is
to hide behind yourself
with no will to change