Go on Bleeding

By Peter Layton

You come to me now just short of being
a full on failure.
No, I believe I've achieved it I
am a failure.

I have a sister who's never conceded anything to me at all so
maybe we'll have to wrestle this fact to a mat.
I feel I was on a vague path somewhere to a measure of success,
was torpedoed.

Really, torpedoed myself out of existence.
Really very funny in a sad way I'll
grate my head at the stars,
all the hard broken pieces of glass as

a thrown champagne glass and drink.
Never was mature, always readying to
say something impulsive, fast,
make years hurt.