THE STAGE IS SET ---- DEATH THE ACTOR FRIEND OF MINE

Boredoms feast
shaves my bed
no lovers left alive
I slice my skin
where the devil peeps in
just for my name to arrive
outside the sun in burning snow
lays a stage
for the actor friend of mine

so many halos all on drugs
collect the itch
to share in design
objects hung
with covered space
a sainted noose

not drunk enough
to say I am

not lost enough
to be found

pain the sentence
curved but never round