done with moist solutions

done with moist solutions
soggy paper bag full
of reasons for being
I am crow flight crooked
in spine, my calves ache
my teeth are rotting
on the vine, half a mind
controls what little patience
I put toward an early
retirement
cannot please my lover
she wouldn't want me to try
and the sky's the limit
all my money is on
old age, suffering and death
I was born on the cross
I will leave here incomplete
in search of more
incompletion