I will not die.

My hands will go out from me
into dark waters becoming
two rays of piercing light;

They will dance electrically as
unbreakable columns of smoothness
sing saying,
“though love be a day, do not fear,
we will go amaying.”

"The only reason I haven't committed suicide is because I'm terrified of death."

"There's nothing wrong with a ****–
just don't fall in love with one."

pallid makes her love fist open
steaming up from the hips
with milk and a little red hair;

jaw distending on rapid
convulsions of white chest

turning to suddenly drink
her own blood from
your

h i p s.

each new kissing makes two new fists of brutal night alive and hurrying
with the hustle bustle of dying brains wistfully drunk and full of nothing
but how many lurid drips of some dumb ******* **** or if she'll swallow
later tonight when you're alone and her hair makes a mess of the starlight
quickly between the **** ******* of night and you're trying to sleep
but outside it's a city
and the sun is almost.

"I feel like I've been waiting my whole life just to hear somebody say, 'I can't wait to see you tonight.'"

somewhere (
quietly)
there is a suicide,

the doors won't open,

and everywhere

it is raining.