you want a ring of jade:
my irises are green:
you want to pluck an eye
from the socket and become
your pupil...
Edie... dearest:
you never dated an artist...
have you? haven't i?!
i didn't ask...
but now that i am:
i'm asking for you to stomach
sinking the Titanic
and be o.k. with it...
please think of your daughter:
please don't have me in
your life just because
you are sexually frustrated...
i'm thinking about fatherhood
and archetypes:
seminal: in that i'm thinking
of fatherhood and the elements
like the curiosity parallel
of the elements and the senses...
that verbiage that will come
later: your censorship...
            but please do remind me:
why there's this biologically real:
impasse of the span between us...
am i to be more relevant than
i already am?
maybe i should think about
being a ***** donor or what?
how much you want to hurt
me i will not be the one
pacified into screaming: o father
and then getting crucified!
might as well consider
Judas and suicide!
      because that was the easy way out...
get crucified for what?!
for what?! for what?!
******* idiot...       i told him:
but not alone! alone he thought
it would be done... the macabre of
demigod borrowing off of Greek
mythological tasting immortality;
i don't like Christ however much
i wish...the baron of the buckle...
all come here to live and live a life
of failure:
with the shredding allure of circumstance
of makeshift momentary scrutiny
of success...        blah blah.