You said the anger would come back
just as the love did.

I have a black look I do not
like. It is a mask I try on.
I migrate toward it and its frog
sits on my lips and defecates.
It is old. It is also a pauper.
I have tried to keep it on a diet.
I give it no unction.

There is a good look that I wear
like a blood clot. I have
sewn it over my left breast.
I have made a vocation of it.
Lust has taken plant in it
and I have placed you and your
child at its milk tip.

Oh the blackness is murderous
and the milk tip is brimming
and each machine is working
and I will kiss you when
I cut up one dozen new men
And you will die,sYou said the anger would come back
just as the love did.

I have a black look I do not
like. It is a mask I try on.
I migrate toward it and its frog
sits on my lips and defecates.
It is old. It is also a pauper.
I have tried to keep it on a diet.
I give it no unction.

There is a good look that I wear
like a blood clot. I have
sewn it over my left breast.
I have made a vocation of it.
Lust has taken plant in it
and I have placed you and your
child at its milk tip.

Oh the blackness is murderous
and the milk tip is brimming
and each machine is working
and I will kiss you when
I cut up one dozen new men

And you will die, somewhat,
agsas in and again

Divorce


this time
Don't worry
its your side im gonna take
don't you worry mate.
I'm here for you unconditionally
I know that you loved her
right until the bitter end
right until your dignity was stretched out
over hot coals
Drops of fat hissing and spitting
like a fool
like an utter ****
you deftly ignored all of those negative signals.
all those silent nights in
avoiding the future
avoiding anything
anything might come too close to the truth
the crippling truth
Too large and frightening to look upon
Like the sun
That this time
in all the hundreds of millions of times
that this **** goes down
with romance
and excitement
and everything that for a brief moment justifies all this ******* ****
this neurosis
the moments of utter indifference
when the difference between crossing the road safely
and intentionally hurling yourself under the roaring wheels of an oncoming lorry
grinding up the bones
Splintering through the skin like a hideous pin-cushion
insensate human patty.
The reason you syou do the right thing
the sane thing
is for fleeting moments like these when
for a moment at a time
we can ascend beyond the ordinary constraints of every fuckign thing
at once that was you. You were the thing that gave meaning to the shallow dichotomy between work and friends. Everyone wants something from you
but you stood apart from the din
the unholy din
Of your seams tearing
forces pull you in opposite directions