carbon dating.

[chasethehorizon]

it
has been raining for a week and
some change in
the bowels of this metropolitan carcass.
the paper lanterns on the balcony
have birthed individual pools of
watercolour that dance me back to
sobriety this
thursday pittsburg morning.
the curtains screech ('fuck
this city') as i push them back into
place. two polyester blue lapel
faces on the magnavox stare
through me. the real
estate books piled on the counter--
they make me ill with the prospect
of whoring
out eighties model houses complete
with buttermilk carpet and woodgrain
molding and dirty empty
pools to gritty northeasterners
for at least
a few decades
until i can retire comfortably
alone in another
small apartment in another
small city while you
continue to parade
around in your watercolour paradise with
some
other
woman.