I am inconstant. True.
But fall with me now under this chute, for
fidelity is a skyrocketing myth
leading to nowhere but yonder abyss.
Fuelled and ready, from the shadows
it launches only by a guilty trigger
— Something like — I love you. Stay
You listen. But for how long will you
Play second and why
Taste the fruitlessness of endearment,
Wallow in the hole the felled oak left.
Screwing faster and faster into hell,
Where you’ll ignite with regret?