casual friday

he's hung himself
by the neck until dead
incrementally,
using a different neck tie
of impeccable width
every day, drawn tight
the only thing to mark himself out
in the fight
by muted hues striped
over vibrant tones
his complexion flushed rose
over flawless knot
the peripheral black's closing in
fullscreen
he had choice last words
for one last-gasp scene,
mordant and dry - cut and framed
for effect, but he's seen
suddenly

they're no good - not yet
the scene's not set
and the humor feels false
out-of-place, no fun
but like everything in life
he just pulls it off