The Gotham Guillotine

cant

by X.Z.

diamond light on the mirror

but fuck i’m never nearer

this rotten dust bin 

the extralegal sin

you can’t smoke on bracketed blocks 

with cracked clocks

you can’t you can’t you can’t

i blow strains on ‘em all

but nothing’s fun since satan’s fall.

stuck am i with a black star

too many gear slashes at the bar

life, a close shave.

and we can’t stop the wave

we can’t we can’t we can’t 

never full, never weak

red cape on a bull, the pervert’s lucky peek

and me, the only one to blame

i’m jealous of the fame

the claps and cheers 

the steers’ burning rears

but i’m in my relativity cab 

making mother earth quite drab

the stars, nothing but bright suction

but fuck it: nihilism: an introduction

too in love for the leach 

failure: i can’t breach

i can’t i can’t i can’t  

wave to me in the back

it’s where history’s at

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X.Z. sniffs glue too.

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Image Credit: Glukupikron (2025) by Natasha Zinos