as i broke one more rib

and you had a seizure
on all of our clever rooftop displays

I made sure that none of these
questions were made up.
I made sure the loss of you was not
just in my head.

i headed down sadness, jerked off for a while.
the artists aroused me but called me too bleak.
i broke down the doors at the NYC central
station, screaming earth will inherit its meek.

cause you don't speak your heart
you speak from your brain
your mind is imprisoned
and mine is the same

your god doesn't answer
and neither does mine
but the burning is stunning
and weather's just fine

none of my statements are thoughtfully mined.

when i woke up in the terminal
of her sickness i made bitter words
spill out from me
like i had a rhyme.

what's gone is here.
tomorrow is today.
contradictions linger.
need to brush your teeth more.

is there a point (to my poetry)?
"is there a point to my act?"

girls outstretched across the length of benches
is absurd
girls with pigtails tied against the fence
is offensive
girls with nowhere better to be than
laid across my bed and
laid
is acceptable.

women with their eyes quite vivid
painting pictures of their dead fathers,
with some scrutinous scalpel,
with some apologetic critique,
can't fulfill my dark fantasies
of love.

love is more morbid than my fantasies - more
, so much more unfulfillable
and
ultimately boring.

oh shizzzzz!!!!

quite clever, great visuals here...

depressing: well defined.

The Lady tips her hat,,, Bravo

evocative. just the way we like it.