Prayer to Pierre (Drinking Johnny Walker Black Just to Get Drunk)

[callmeprufrock]

Look --
Look what's bleeding here
Something tiny,
Something small
Something a little less than what's left
Some thing.
I'm so sorry, Pierre
but have you seen this?
Did you see what's happening here?
Have you seen these scattered grey-green guts like rubber ropes
that even scavengers won't eat?
What can you read from them?
I want you to see this (I'm sorry)
I need you know I don't want to be this
Look, I used to --
I used to.
I'm used to it now.
I am so sorry, Pierre
I know you've heard it before, (it's boring)
but didn't I used to be (There once was) somebody?
Someone I used to know?
(We had
We were
Years ago
I remember,)
Look -- look at what's bleeding now
Look at this insignificance, this lack of indifference,
this loss, this longing, this
lost kingdom
this last
at last,
look,
is all I'm asking
I'm so sorry Pierre.