ten or twenty beautiful strays
playing in the yard
perforated ceilings
and stairs that leave some scarred
how can i say this?


goodbye, john ryle
how about
one more headache
for old time's sake


sleeping in a closet
and dishes that respawn
you ate up all my money
years of my life are gone
to anxiety and asbestos


goodbye, john ryle
how about
one more headache
for old time's sake


the garbage piles are in the distance


goodbye, john ryle
goodbye, john ryle!
how about
one more headache?
for old time's sake