I
was literally in love
With
this angel of death
I
let her use me
Like
an ashtray
To
put out her cigarettes
On
my innocent flesh
It's
more or less amusing
I
bear my pearly scars
Like
a prison tattoo
Incisions
of broken glass
When
I was a victim
All
sorts of people liked me
more
or less successful now
They
wants to victimize me
They
love you when you're
Drunk
They
love you when you're
Doped
They
love you when you're
Plucked
and ripe and freshly scraped
And scalden
They
love you when you're
Racked and stripped
Roped up in a cauldron
Don't
you have the right
To
be their nubile victim
This
one liked to boo me
Like
a ghostly critic
That
one liked to screw me
Like
a weird exhibit
The
other one barely knew my
Sense
of dislocation
Still
she liked to lure me
Though
offensive perturbation
The
barmaid and the captain's wife
The
top girl and the scrubber
The
haywain and the carving knife
The
nympho and the lover
Then
there was the artist
Musicians
came and flew
I
can't recall them all at all
They're
not at all like you
With
your cruel and flagrant
Inevitable
redolence
Your
Spanish calumny
Your
lugubrious fetish
I
was literally in love with your cruel
Virulence
Your
delicate emphasis
On
lunatic phases
Cold showers of rock salt
devious
undercurrents like smoke
Curling
from your nostrils
In
a lascivious release of
Seduction
Bound
to inflame my meat
Calculated
to cook my beat
Aimed
at girding my ire
Shame
is a flare of liminal desire
I
was liberally drugged
With
sex and books and death
The
needle of love
Would
take my breath
Some
unholy dove
Took
me to the field
Told
me to undress
Made
me yield
Promising
the ocean
I
could not resist
The
angel of devotion
Threw
me to the fish
Women
kill men
With
the temple of their body
Men
just die
Like
a rent and spat out rat
It's
an insufficient end
To
justify the polish
But
there's no more rails
Beyond
the tunnel of promise.
07/11/17
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