You beat the hungry rousing beast
Who struts and tears those who breathe
With your sigh, rapid, steady, alive
As I retreat from others, a quiet loner
Hunted by the spoils of ghosts, arisen
Tugged to my defective kingdom
Of doom, gone, used, untouched.
But you have startled my demons
And approaching my septic stain
You stir my senses like a melody.
A fragrance in your wispy hair
Evaporates into a thousand mornings
Sprinting away from wintry doors
Taking me with you, into yellow
Limitless like bliss in a far horizon
I kept you like a fruit in a basket
But now you are getting old
And your breasts are sagging
And there is just no sexual appetite
Because even I am old, fuck my life
And the difference between an accident
And a fucking tragedy is that you falling
In a hole is an accident, and someone
Saving you is god damn tragedy
And I want you to leave me alone
I’m just so glad you are not called Hope
Because Hope is the last to die
And don’t get me wrong, I don’t want
You to go to hell, because, shit
I would feel pretty bad for the Devil himself
And now you are so fat that the difference
Between you and an elephant is like maybe
Ten pounds, yeah, pretty sure.
Or like when we went whale watching
And those freaking things started singing
“We are family!
So I’m depressed
I’m done writing
See you later
Shit
