I follow you into the night
a black crovv in flight
this Machete in my hand
to slash at vvhat I please
if you scream
I vvill enjoy it

     M
         O
             R
                 E

Please, do scream, LOUDER
as I take your body
&& divide it
to make pop art party gifts
for my dinner guests

                                 M
                     O
           R
E

Teeth, vve like them the best
they shine just right on fishing line
reminding me of a childhood
that I once had, it vvas mine
long   l  o  n  g   ago
it vvas stolen
they made me become
vvho the Ripper is

I have thirteen bruises on my right leg
but none of them hurt as the one
you left on the left side of my heart.

there's a photograph on my bedside table
you thought the sun will shine
whenever I'd look at it,
now you have gone,
the sky in the picture has turned to something dark
no room for sun,
and there's dust on the photograph and you
you are just a shadow
on the sidewalk I fall on letting all the rain pour down on my soul,
and the sun is just a memory
and you are just an excuse to turn my smiles into tears
and I am just the dust
falling on your lungs.

and we were just a glimpse of happiness,
an illusion
a dream,
a lie I listen to
before my eyes close,
before the darkness comes in.

Yassou, I say to you in poetry,
To the 'Alive Poets' Society',
Here is one for your fantasies,
Make love with one feather-erotically,
But with a whole chicken, well, like, *****!
Run that past your thoughts, imaginarily,
Making love like that, immaculately,
Definitely one for your fantasies,
Using a whole chicken, well, like, *****!
Yassou, one of the 'Alive Poets' Society'!