Style Life

(toss it in the pile when you don't want it anymore)

Did you just go shopping? Maybe you just had sex.

(fake space, still life)

Your space is everything to you, you don’t have to share it.

(you forget what its like to not be alone, forget it, share it)

Accumulate, decorate, express, heal, refine, and indulge.

(spend all your money)

Build yourself again.

(your keys on the floor)

You’re not afraid anymore.

(be more selfish)

Images equal to their reflections.

(no one is immune to being ruined by desire)

Your bedroom floor, a clothing graveyard.

(daffodils, light poison)

For every fake death of every–

(or just shadows of your overconsumption)

You’ve changed so many times, was it because you wanted to?

(pretending to be masculine)

They turn away from you.

(and you turn towards yourself)

You’re a product of a long haul.

2017.