Pretend that it does---
Or pretend that it doesn't----
either way, the world has no meaning---
never did---
there are no howling Banshees, thank u god, thanks 2 u---
Revolution obsolete,
Robot-yes-men crowd elevators
dying in 0.1 fell-swoop,
Thank u, Christopher Marlowe,
Christ surviving in u,
blood red like a Caravaggio smear---madame X asks for the loo,
it's down the hall---u can hear James Dean whining
in the arms of Madame Pompadour, please
close the door, let them be---
we were once of these alabaster halls &
walls & high ceilings---get ur pope off me!
Heretics have burrowed deep below
her racist aunt likes me 4 some reason---
she's a zombie-robot xenophobe,
excuse me, slippery metaphor
I'll get hold of in the dark,
in public, & call it art---
Because the world has no meaning
& u can't make it so, I took ur sister instead---
Her LEGGO blocks were bigger
& logic was in her bra that night
along w/ algebra in Bryant Park,
some dumb dark runway show---
Where she let me
I dreamt of tossing the body in the bay early the very next day,
But instead I broke down & cried
right there on the worm-eaten pier
& nearly fell in & joined my vodyanoy alter-ego
Will she love me again,
will Satan in his female gender look after me---
It took ur sister's sacrifice but God I hope she will