Betrayal

I don't hate you 

Cos you're useless 

as a mushroom 

cos your haircut 

smells of cheese 

cos you're down 

on zen in general 

cos your gnarling is humungous

cos you're always reading Stendhal

cos you're handsome 

as your knees. 

I don't hate you cos of that, 

I don't hate you cos you're fat

I don't hate you 

for your culture 

cos you're lacking 

in respect 

I don't hate you 

bug eyed Munster 

or your giant ginger cat 

I don't hate you 

Mrs bear pants 

I don't hate your attitude 

If you were another shadow 

Coming up to win the race 

I would meet you in the alley 

Have it your way 

Face to face 

True as bingo like the surface 

Of another planet maybe 

Moons above you and the comets 

Come back very regularly 

O you'll see the source 

Of rainbows 

Where the dappled flits are made 

And the myths which devastate your iconography and your state of metastasis and the ineluctable equilibrium of your contemptuousness allegorize themselves into a convulsive extemporization 

Betraying themselves 

Like Nietzsche 

Hanging onto 

A horses neck

I don't hate you 

O my brother 

O my lover 

O my cancer

O my god

I don't hate your fucking laughter 

When the rain is grooming dogs 

I just want to 

Extenuate my culpability 

In the dank sorrow 

Of morbid introspection 

In the rank abstraction 

Of virulent ennui 

Existential impotence 

And nihilistic angst 

I don't hate you darling 

I don't hate you daddy 

But this bubble of phlegm

I spag 

Is just about all the Fukn 

Love
For you

I have.

20/07/17 

Pic: Antonin Artaud