My aim is noble
and steady as a flame
Stark obessions
reveal my earthly pain,

I am beyond all reason
believe I am no saint.
Love is a complex fiction
especially when it drains.

Twilight discovers truth and clarity.
Love really takes no brains.
A **** and ****** on my block,
a hideous bombing in Irag.

My love, she grabs and screams "Obey."
I pinch and push her far away.
"Let's celebrate our mundane life,
otherwise Love, pick up that knife."