Poem: blow brains out with your love

"Oh, darling, let your body in, let it tie you in, in comfort."
-Anne Sexton

"The visionary lies to himself, the liar only to others."
-Friedrich Nietzsche


i like greek tragedies because of them
visionaries
wearing their hairs up in car crashes
resounding,
clogging throats and wavering purpose
by elimination, acts of god
kiss me, the first chance you get
because the heroes are
blooming lovely tonite in
their mass suicide parades;
their women with scars on their lucious tongues;

i want to
make them smile,
a green dollar smile


i like shakespeare and the way he makes me
sweat and lick the afternoon
like someone's gonna be coming any moment
any moment any moment any moment
any time,
like the time we
killed each other
you know,
sitting in the car with the ghosts of
carbon monoxide/
sunrise
mouth to mouth sonnets full
of:
would you miss me if i was
the only one
inside?

i was a terrible fuck.


i like cesarean, glue, wrenches, the people
of los angeles, mr. PISS ON THE
FITTING ROOM FLOOR
THANK YOU JESUS CHRIST,
and lady with no skin on, you're a real voter,
you've got real class, sneaky and shitting there
with your mouth wide open,

you've got real words
that i want to hear inside me
all night long
will you be my girl when you
blow my brains out?
then,
we talk about ruining each other's lives.