sb

love poem to no one.

fuck in a haze of strychnine valor
you are my channel path route
to decadent squalor
scrawl erotics on your pulsing navel
look down your body at my face,
a lurid sable. Now to draw a tongue up your leg
atrail of bread I will steal it and after given
never find my way back
twirl in black and vertigo floors
I want a firestorm
and binary manna to
drift into my eyes
a sterile rape across my supine ideals
in my mind i tear out my nails
innocent and insectual
bleeding torrents of tears
my wings sprout out of my back
black and lurching before me
poised vengefully atop the stairs
i stare down my corpse
please burn your black eyes
into my memory
hold my shaking flesh
crush me til we mesh
suddenly disloyal and glowing sex
we thrust our hands into each other
and kiss with eyeballs wild and vexed
now i sit reading my lenses corrupt
half tainted with your thoughts
my body the rampart
pleading in you to erupt.



p.s. I'll be done here on the 25th. Thanks for the memories.
Rad, you know the drill.