I've looked for you for years.
   Soulmate, where is your shadow?
   I see your black hair and tears
   a Gypsy who will be my maestro.

   We ride lust unbridled in heat.
   Where are you? Are you a lie?
   Is it time to admit our defeat?
   Cross my heart and hope to die.

Brand new elected
big money selected
forget any promises
you made as novices
we own your soul
election we stole.

A full moon
boiling spoon
needle's rush
Van Gogh brush
a starry night
Angel's Flight.

I rent your body for the hour.
I smell your hair and feel you.
I adore all my absolute power
move strings for what you do.
They get hard as I touch them
like my lover's hopeful ****.
******* cut glass play a hymn
as we **** to a ticking clock.

Set my heart on fire.
Melt my chains
with fierce desire.
Cool Love's rains.

Beat Poets

  We're cool and we're hip.
  We're writing everything
  you wish you wrote before.
  We live in attics smoke ****
  and drink cheap wine. We bleed
  Howl and Ginsberg's other tears
  of Corso and Kerouac's seeds
  we Beats have our ***** needs.

Bring me to my Jesus knees
head bowed in prayer's pleas.
Forgive all my everything
I sing praise to your nothing.