That sight broke down these starving doors
Saying, "all desire can be yours"

An image clawed into my brain,
Yes hold up your crosses, dear.

To gain the whole world and lose it all,
Then all that walks be made to crawl.

Ninety-eight bursting wounds,
Now carry low all your crosses, dear.

Love that dies young dies slow,
Bitter love you may never know.

No floods will follow from these stone eyes,
Now see how common ghosts go walking.

One flash to fire thunderclap in head,
Kingdom dust and paradise dead.

Hands that meet in dreams alone,
Now see how all our ghosts go on.

Sweet sight broke down these starving doors
Saying, "all desire can be yours"

Fasting heart and hollow head,
Love made on buried bed.

In my pocket, 5 sad dollars.
I turn, I turn, I turn to sleep.
A day is spent
For monthly rent
I turn, I turn, I turn to sleep.

Ashes in my clothes,
Wake, shower, smoke.
5 sad dollars in my pocket,
Window open,
Window closed,
I turn, I turn, I turn to sleep.

The night smells sweet,
The music plays far off,
The trees hardly swaying.
You walk with sad steps,
Soft stars glitter in the breeze,
The Chinese lanterns hang in the sky.

You are crying but no tears come,
Your lips don’t make a sound.
Your head is like a pitcher emptied of water -
In the distance on a pretty bench, a pretty couple kiss,
It is Summer again.

Your purple lips lapped
The white thigh drip,
Hot bit your simple smile
And the light read,

T U  E  S  F O R T U N A


How could love's own milk be sweet?
Your pink toes repeat,
Fast valleys in their oceans
Spun up and out.

A kiss, leave
A kiss lingers while it leaves
Leave and go, touch too much
And see,
I missed.

A flight of love is like the sea
Now you see,
To blow and go,
You were leaving while
We kissed.

Do you hate the sounds you make when high?
Laugh, laugh!
That's the best bed med.

With a plumb whip and rosary,
Send another txt -
Names you've nailed,
And kiss treats.

Do you hate the way you speak?
But I hate it more,
And more and more,
Do not ignore,
Sneers and ***** stay.

You always want to die,
You have many skull tattoos.
You listen to loud music,
You write poems
Like a deaf woman sings.

All your clothes are black,
"Black as my soul" you say,
You hate yourself so much,
You make it known each day.

You always want to die,
And cry that he's your saint,
But you don't call death with kisses,
It's clear to him, it seems,
How much you want to wait.