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I’m certain it said somewhere in my life contract
‘Dull, uneventful, uninteresting ~
This is the LAPD, move along folks,
nothing to see here ~
boring, risk free,
money back guarantee
Of course,
the fucking thing always comes
with that set of free steak knives, doesn’t it?
4:12pm Monday
15.April.2002
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I think that’s it.
I think that is all any of you beautiful boys can ever
be to me:
Pen fodder.
I will invite you in to be my muse,
get you in close enough
so that I an lift the scales of your armour,
stare just long enough
to take a snap shot behind your eyes.
I’ll lead you into a room ~
hotel
or
morgue ~
and I’ll dissect you
if you intrigue me enough
and I’ll send you away
afterward.
It’s up to you
if your entrails remain on display
and I’ll make note of that also.
I think that’s it.
I think that is all any of you beautiful boys
can ever be to me.
I don’t think I can cope with more than that
actually
I don’t think
you can.
5:02am Friday
5.April.2002
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I don’t think I need this
this nowhere complication
I am still trying to capture
simplicity.
I think I can live without
warm honey kisses
and soft butter hands
dark red heat
and you
smiling into my mouth.
I don’t need this
this cobweb complexity
this irresistible flame
I’m sitting in the corner
cutting spaghetti strands
into manageable pieces
and you’re tangling me
in fettuccini.
I think I can live without
this viscous molasses filling my veins,
limbs drowsy with desire
this heavy~light ache
of always~hungering~for~more.
I don’t need this
this eye of the storm
these rose smiles
~ the silver purple, thornless variety
which the sun grows
behind the cloud’s edge.
I don’t need your cinnamon tongue
your edible mouth
your oh~so~sweet caramelised body
You set the table
immaculately
stars tipping the candles with iridescent white
a satin sea table cloth
your warm lap, enveloping arms ~ my exquisite arm chair
wrap me around
You set the table
serve yourself up for dinner
Suddenly
I am insatiable.
9:06pm Monday
11.March.2002
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We happened by night
and beneath moonlight we grew
only the rare flower survives such existence
and that was to be us, we were to be that
and beneath moonlight we grew
limbs shuddering, breath gasping
we struggled toward illumination
we sung down the moon
limbs shuddering, breath gasping
we entwined our souls with silver leaves
and that was to be us, we were to be that
something rare, something extraordinary
we entwined our souls with silver leaves
a maypole and a wreathe
something rare, something extraordinary
we sung down the moon
a maypole and a wreathe
a celebration of spring enacted once a year
we happened by night
limbs shuddering, breath gasping
and beneath moonlight we grew
we struggled toward illumination
and we knew
only the rare flower survives such existence.
6:09pm Monday
7.April.2003
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