Rinse And Repeat

I am sinking bad omens in the hungry autumn waves.

They whirl around, they hide nervously in dim sea caves

But I am eager to catch every last one and kill it,

Put the bones on an open flame, cook them in a skillet.

I count them on my fingers until my knuckles bleed.

There is always another one – or so says my greed.

And I will not let a new curse ring my doorbell,

No matter the fantasy, no matter their hard sell.

I spend days looking for a new poison to purchase.

The best is still sold in medieval churches,

Wrapped in false beliefs but I do not mind it –

They contain poison too if you know where to find it.

Each evening I walk the pier with an omen, I drown another.

“This one will save me from myself and my brothers.”

Whenever I think there is no one left to vanish,

My ego visits me, deeply ashamed and way too famished,

And begs of me to go on the hunt just one last time…

I hear some whisper that I am creating this loop

But I will never admit such a crime.

-JW