my soul was not prepared

for your mind, so world-weary
and your heart, so innocent

your words, so blunt
your voice, so soft

the mild amusement in your tone
the twitching between my legs

the sadistic longing to break you into pieces
the masochistic yearning to be shattered into the same

and the blissful delusion that we could ever melt them together

you were a flame,
and i the moth, my love.

i found your darkness beautiful,
and longed to be destroyed by your hands.

though i hoped to become light, i loved your shadow

i wanted to light you up
to be annihilated together
in the sweet surrender of neutral territory.

my dear, imagine the things we could have done

when with mere words you reached so deep inside of me.

Too late, or too wild:
Which was I for you?
Though you amused yourself with me
it was she for whom you longed.

Though it is mid-summer,
the coldest winter wind is flowing
over my salt sea.  It swells up,
spilling over the white sand.

Oh!  Would that /I/ had been your lady,
and those same waves instead
lapped with cheer at your feet,
as they wandered along my shore
leaving your mark in your wake.

sometimes, lying in bed
i remember how warm

do souls get recycled
does love fade to entropy

your teeth were white
someday, please smile again

don't cry because of me.

get out with your grocery lists
your tickets for my trip to hell
don't shop here, you *******
you big box small mind bootlickers
is what I want to say
but all I say is
beep
beep
beep
4011
would you like the bananas in a separate bag?
your total is 26.78
have a nice day

Go to hell you daisy-eyed Rue21 priestesses
Clamoring for significance in ***** dressing rooms
Ashy skinned in clumsy selfies, splayed out like convenience stores
There's dust on your shelves and all your candy is stale.

Go to bed you pajama-pantsed prima donnas
bleached blonde and child-weary, swiping plastic for apple juice
Can't you see I have to go to work?
Pick your ******* cigarettes already!

Go to church you ******* hypocrites
You incessant fat barking chihuahuas
If Karen at the office is so insufferable,
why don't you just leave?

Go **** yourselves you snide social statisticians
prancing around prize racehorses
You'll be glue on somebody /else's/ eyelashes when you're done.

I came upon a wolf one day
with eyes of fire and diamond-pelt
the crystallization of deductive logic
like a coat of snowflake swords

His whiskers were syringe-needles
dripping with the vaccine for stupidity
which I think he must have developed
in the laboratory of his moonlit mind

Fear I had of wolves, but some dark fascination,
a death-wish of my heart
bid me to walk awhile with him
and stroke his coat of blades until I bled

and he licked my hands.

But it was with fire, not ice, that he maimed me
at first the little embers, the little burns
the little ****** of something other than pure and peerless truth
that came from inside of him, where the diamonds were not

Your heart, friend wolf
was only a long, deep stretch of feverish despair
and though I would have licked your wounds as you licked mine
you refused to bare them to me and bit me instead.

Fear I had of wolves, once
but now I bear the marks where his diamonds cut
and his fire burned -
a vaccine for stupidity if I ever had one.