Still though you burn
My heart, my soul
When will you learn
I've no hope, no goal
Save for this
My experience
Of no-kiss
But, instead
Is, bliss

I am the monster of monsters
I am the one who Lucifer answers to
I am the perfectly imperfect
I am wordless, speechless, and mute

I am your God and your gods
I am nothing before everything
I am everything before nothing
And I am not

You will contribute funds fundamentally to me and my cry
You will forcefully fit into me the contradicting flee from city to city to answers for pity
You are my very own self and individual mass of crowds of millions
But you are null

I love myself
As much as I love you not
I hate myself
More than you ever could

END MY BIRTH
MY EVER-BIRTH
MY SUFFERING GIRTH
MY PINCHED EARTH
And don't forget
And don't forget
And don't forget
FORGET ME
EM TEGROF

She loves you... and me

AND I AM YELLING TO YOU TO PLAY EM' DAT' GUITAR

Squeal of a hawk's only finite point of glottal hoarseness

Hack n' cough

Not a single drop be here my love

Lest she be a T.V.

This is not poetry
This simply spoken on earthen tombs
Or was it tomes
Or was that tunes
If it was then it wasn't
Because the past is the future and the present is but a thinned out pancake of a reality
Double bongo tulip termination
Implied with the finger-ly pleasure
Upon my love's blackened buttons
Drunkenness sensibility declining reeling sealing the post-operative convolution of Tarzan's missing breath
Target, TARGET, (target)
Reckless love leapin' side' a train-station tumor

Along with affliction
Along with infection
Along with affection
AND MANY MORE UN-RHYMES
She speaks like Mother Earth paranoia
And whispers like drunken *******
Frill and forgetfulness and thrill and fullness
Decorate or mightn't you know how between the doors solidified
Trapped into the garden of fire and lava
I need not
I need not
I need not

Cast into the glass
Sharpened tight
Make me torn
Brought back from Heaven
And what makes this good
Repetition Repetition Repetition
Spell-check
Marker scents and elephants
Porridge and the crumbs of Lucifer
Along with types of archetypes of subtitle psyches
Lucifer proud, go away oh you sinners and saints
Too many tools of thoroughly-bred rules
Glass

I am sorry today
Apologetically I say
I lament what's been the future
I rue presently
Or what is an apology
And I regret this

Sign on him
Synonyms
And magic hymns
Knapping hard skins

Brutally brutal
Utilize useless
Unfitting misplacement
Nonsensical ravings
Disgusted