Barefoot
Tripping on glass
And
Falling on nails
That
Is what it's like to be around you

I never know
Can't begin to
Predict
What or who or where
You are
Today

You spit
Knives
And throw verbal
Punches
Like a heavy weight
And
I don't weight much at all

Caught up in your own ****
Being dragged down
Come home
Take it all out
On any given
Passer-by

I don't talk
Because when I do
It just makes it
Worse
Deepens the anger
The sorrow
The hole

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Sometimes with the Heart
Seldom with the Soul
Scarcer once with the Might
Few—love at all.

Drunk as drunk on turpentine
From your open kisses,
Your wet body wedged
Between my wet body and the strake
Of our boat that is made of flowers,
Feasted, we guide it - our fingers
Like tallows adorned with yellow metal -
Over the sky's hot rim,
The day's last breath in our sails.

Pinned by the sun between solstice
And equinox, drowsy and tangled together
We drifted for months and woke
With the bitter taste of land on our lips,
Eyelids all sticky, and we longed for lime
And the sound of a rope
Lowering a bucket down its well. Then,
We came by night to the Fortunate Isles,
And lay like fish
Under the net of our kisses.

Humanity i love you
because you would rather black the boots of
success than enquire whose soul dangles from his
watch-chain which would be embarrassing for both

parties and because you
unflinchingly applaud all
songs containing the words country home and
mother when sung at the old howard

Humanity i love you because
when you’re hard up you pawn your
intelligence to buy a drink and when
you’re flush pride keeps

you from the pawn shop and
because you are continually committing
nuisances but more
especially in your own house

Humanity i love you because you
are perpetually putting the secret of
life in your pants and forgetting
it’s there and sitting down

on it
and because you are
forever making poems in the lap
of death Humanity

i hate you