die for my love

 

I shall write a club opera

about gods guns and girls
and have it proclaimed -
a roaring success
arise from my coffin
dressed to impress
I will live like a river god
at the very merry epicentre
of an avante garde club

then I shall die

I shall die for my love

I will swallow their shadows
and taste victory
fly from all sorrow
and sleep on the wing
I shall free all the slaves

from the pedantrists club

then I shall die

I shall die for my love

so what if we flounder
in failure
like wastrels at sea

or tramps and insurgents

in gutters of blood
please murder me respectably
if you would be so kind and good

then I shall die like a dandy
die for me die for me
die for my love

I shall emulsify myself within you
like milky mint tea or hazelnut coffee
sacrifice myself to win you
put my hand in your glove
please,
refuse to companion me
on the basis of my inadequacy
then I can die like a Pushkin
in a duel with thy paramour
and bare my heart for ever more
(ripping his shirt apart)
for my love for my love.