the faithless faithful

another night at the abattoir
my heart does not wander.
if you have that then
you have the whole of my soul.
my body is a whore
that goes to the places
it pleases.
these days
i give my heart to no one
except the one person
who does not want it.
so do not worry about me.
this is nothing new.


fictive future of a fictive past
i cast coins
to tell
of the possible
future that
awaits me.
as i looked
it told me
nothing
i did not
already know.
perhaps
the future and i
are already in
agreement.
then i rolled over
as the dance
began.