I saw
all of your cassettes
that left
your left hand and
lept
deep into my pocket
where a 5 bill slept
it was quite
warm so in you
crept
and a little bit
of the bits I kept
can be bought
or traded or stolen or
lent
for a limited time only
to those who have wept
in the dark
on strange pathways to stranger yet
steps.

From softest rose
I steal your hue
to hold you in my mind.
On plane of white
With sullen thought
I'll sneak to hide desire
But here it lies
This naked flower
The one I call Irene.

With her,
It was always ***.
An absolute meltdown of passion
At least twice a day for half of the year.
No words or even sounds.
Silence.
Only two bodies convinced of love.
Lies.
When both of us had one thing in mind.
Satisfaction.
Close the curtains
Block the sun and all hope of greeting the day.
The most beautiful dungeon
In the world
Was mine
For just a little while.

Oh, dear sweet one.
If you ever
feel
beneath the glass
I could only ask of you
your promise
to
hold fast.
It is not the tree
and withered
figs
your blossom-body, chaste,
that sets aside
a destiny
and
fits you with a mask.
I am not Buddy,
Gordon, Irwin,
Demons
in your past.
I'll wait till Spring
to call for them
Ms. Greenwood
and Ms. Plath.

Had to get out
From our second hand world
To a cinder block warehouse
With jet black girls
Racing away
From the carpeted walls

Out in the night
Immortality calls

Six pack of tall boys
Shoved down my pants
My life was saved
By Darby Crash
Co Co puffs
With Mr. Scratch

Out in the night
Immortality calls

Inside the Masque
With Alley Cats
Someone sprayed ***
Across my back
My drunken crush
On Mary Rat

Out in the night
Immortality calls

The daisy daylight
strums
my windows
like an old guitar
beaten into
a
key
indecipherable.
From my pillows
blankets
sheets
and hangover
I build a fortress
to protect
myself
from ever mistakenly
wandering
away from loneliness
and
into
your resplendent song.