can you see true love? it has grown
into a big planet
it is not even gaseous
it could kick jupiter's ass.
it's bigger than jupiter, one vast silhouette-
the biggest clump of mass
i'm puzzled as to how this came to be.
was it true love's dream to live
and not ever die,
at least until the sun was ready
to part from its atrophy?
did true love
simply just go for its dream
and all had come true? was it suprised?
was it a birthday party suprise? did it
pop out of a cake-
icing and ass and tits?
was it a spell that worked out
expanding beyond earth
for screwing with the order of nature?
i do not need to figure out this bullshit.
this true love shit is not a clause
the rule of the sun.
my poor, poor sun did not know
true love was a prankster, without remorse
for human life.
true love was a hell of a liar.
it had to be
good at lying.
good lying was all true love had going for itself.
and now that i know, i light fire, fire, fire.
i do not need red lipstick
on the flesh of my face. smear this.
you do not need it on yours,
nor do you need it on your bone.
what we need is a baby
from the side of a street- something
to refer to as "it"- a by-product
of our twisted shit-
or i'm off to your jugular with the word of divorce.
knife to your neck, we're going to
take that baby in and throw it off.
here is your beautiful life, we will say,
as if a happily ever after deal. and here are your
two idiot parents
ripping it the fuck up.
in a lucid dream, hamlet comes to speak.
what ever are those two thinking? says he.
they do not think, methinks, not
with those plastic bags
choking the circulation of blood
from their bobbling heads.
they run around like chickens with their
heads chopped off, functioning
this one heard the other say to so-and-so, whom
that one had slept with- don't
tell us all "no"-
that the baby would have been better off
if left on the side of the streets
yes. boil, boil, i want this soap opera
look at me giggle with warts on my nose.
he does not need lipstick
on the flesh of his bone.
they are both now in this alone.
chop off that pecker. let piss
be the sky.
let me down, and down, down, down