kitsch

>> Wednesday, December 5, 2007

i)

Do not exhort me
to get on with
what you call -
my fucking life
I am sick of
just about
everything
except existing.

I wasn’t
seeking
a safe harbor
or allegiance
all I wanted -
was your simple
compliance.


ii)

Playing hopscotch
at death’s door
sniffing back
old miseries -
I go on waiting
for those
caverns of
comatose sleep.

In the very spasm
like misfired
orgasm
it seems to be
coming continually
though indubitably -
never comes.

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