au naturale

If you wrote me a letter of hate
I would frame it,
simply for its divine soliloquies,
and to see my name
written by your hand,
a brilliant mess of scribbles,
which I would imagine to be
your twisted endearment.
If you wrote me a letter of indifference
I would burn it in oil,
and bake it into a poisoned pie,
to be sent to your address
immediately.
If you wrote me a letter of love,
I would write one back,
and after a while,
if we stopped writing,
and started speaking instead,
and made love every day,
and the ordinary jealousies
and domesticities won out,
we would grow bored
and never write again.

the love of the whole world

I watch your self-mutilation in wonder,
your goring,
your seamless internal plumage,
and holy wreckage,
spilling onto my bedroom floor,
abominably pure.
One thousand eager doorbells,
ringing and pleading,
anxious to deliver
all the severed hands you have
in your arsenal.
The gods had it right
when they loved us into the ground;
plucking out our endless eyes,
rolling everlasting stones with our arms,
turning us to delightful salt pillars abundant,
ripping our hearts out with tender fingers
and feral savagery.
It is what we always wanted.
Our love songs are cannibal menus,
our endearments are boiled chains,
which sear our wrists and spirits,
like lace-veiled branding irons,
my sordid volcanic mastery come to life.
We would scoff at anything less.

more

love is most certainly a trident of foolishness plunging through your chest.

lust is much worse, its sickening violin string debauchery.

attention lurks in a trench coat behind the dumpsters in the alley where you must walk home from work everyday.  it laughs at you as you hasten your speed.

compliments divide and conquer like Johnny Appleseed emperors; pies and corpses.

desire floats in a hideous parade, all spangled with seat belts and natural disasters.

need dries its hands on your soul, leaving smudges like overturned canoes.

and flirtation is just like this: an ecstatically bland jumble of words like towers, keeping you out and locking you in.

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