The debut of us, dear
our red carpet affair
hangs in solid crimson
all up and down the stares
Darling you do understand
I cannot keep you under
wraps? (the wrap party
is happening now,
between the cheeks
of my ***)
And the curtains part
(o boy!) and my legs part
(o joy!) dear Sir we had
total Fuckability (now
didn't we?)
I ever and always
deferred to you
the director of me
(what an awful job
but someone's got
to do it)
And when you said
"CUT!" and cut me
in two? that's okay-
I will make do
And when you said
"CUT!" once again?
That's okay, the half
of me will survive
with the all of you
(wondering how many
times I can be halved
and quartered and still
be there, under the half
the heel of your boot
black shoe)
You, darling
you

I am spread out like a *******
your own personal Jew and
while I bury my blood in your
thread count I knit one
perl two
Why do I let you annihilate me
like this then stitch me back
together?
You use the same holes each time
then ***** about their emptiness
leaving me no time to rebloom
Your garden looks like so many
dug up graves, your kind of love-
one prays while the other one brays
we cannot get enough of you
having left ourselves, bones and
all with nothing but our souls
to chew

I've lost my mind
Dear I've done it
In three quarter
Time dear I've
Lost myself to
A waltz a sallly
A few mincing
Feet in an alley
To you dear and
I don't care dear
Even a dirge feels
Right, all my love
Buried in a box
Have no fear
My love is like
A Hallmark card
Shoved in drawer
Like that and no
Further
Dear

The Federal Bureau of Death
along with the AMA and your
sainted mother agree that the
sixth most likely way to get
car jacked is to live in Detroit

The Weather People have reported
a massive sigh of relief coming out
of the Midwest and is causing Lake
Effect Remorse

If you live in Detroit you sinply
don't understand

You're so and I'm
no, I'm not
you're so-and-
so (*******
though)

Your knot, your
****, not mine-
O no no no!
You forgot
(what time is it?
where's the plot?
not me! no never!
not!)

Rot's the same
always yours but
I'm to blame
when you ******
that big ****,
that big hunk,
that big stain,
call it water
call it rain
raining down
the same ol' twisted
I forgot

(Yours hold it
open, stretch it
wide hide that
ugly glory holed
up inside; spent
like keys like
coins like tease
coin slot KER
PLUNK buried
up to your sleeves
twisted rot, where's
my change? you
little snot)

See through that
big ol' hole
see through that
pickle jar
see through me
see through all
of my indented
scars
(She threw it all
away
she threw it
OUT the
window
she threw a
******* FIT
she did, she got rid
of all of IT)

But...

Mercy came back
to tease at her toes
Mercy came back
and she froze and
she froze waiting
for the Finality
of Forgiveness, that
kind of mercy, where
Humility grows and
it grows (from the
bottom up, just
like a rose) and
never from the top
down like a convertible
full of smiling people
never one of those)

The joy of the
freedom from
all thought, as
smiling and blank
faced as a stick
of gum

Us low hanging
ones worry (constantly)
about losing are heads
on a low bridge or
in a low mood

Mercy is not wasted
on the fleeting love
lorn love torn
ridiculous

Like you dear
like me here
Mercy, well
done

(Dead from the
neck down rather
than from the
neck
up)