her beauty is a baby bird.

i cant wait for it to hatch.

i eat the egg.

am mauled by the mother.

my stomach is warm on the floor.

the yolk and i cook
and enjoy one another.

how you look at the lines
and they disappear.

look to the side of a star

to see it.

make love
out of loneliness.

a darkness alone
in the human.

where it is wrapped
in perfect peace.

perfect pleasure.

drinking its sweat
and talking its philosophy
in full detail
to itself.

-laughing.

-grinning.

swirling its ten-inch finger
around the rim
of its glass-

-it is the ringing in your head..

drunk in the cave
with spiders
walking
through
the nightmare
carrying away
the vaguer pieces
on the well defined rine
of their oil-slick backs.

nesting
and nurturing
incestuous pods
to light the walls.

to ignite the glow
of its vacant grin.

the mist swims out
and dies.

scanning your body
and watching the show
of your soul decomposing

with its ****** eyes

half open and
tasting you.

rotting the tongue
which talks in
your broken,
burnt-down
asylum of a mind.

I dig a hole in myself
and fill it with words

A broken heart I shall not have
A broken heart I do not need
but I have a broken heart because I gave that special person my heart
He took my heart and said he would take care of it
but instead behind my back he played with it
and when he came back to me he gave me my heart back
but the heart was broken. So now I ended up with a broken heart