I killed a man
on the riverbank
and left him bleeding
into the Seine.

I fell in love with a boy
until he told me
to shut the fuck up
to shut the fuck up
to shut the fuck up
Just shut the fuck up

Have you ever looked into the sun
just to find your mind is gone?

Do it for the young,
Do it for the old,
But whatever you do,
Don’t do what you’re told.

You know I hate love songs
Why’d you even bother?
You know I hate love songs
You say you want me
Then give me the words of another
Love songs
You know I hate love songs

Untitled, Unfinished

Affairs of the heart are not meant for me;
I've no desire to dance or sing.
A space,
an open door
closing, closed.
Love, that infernal whore,
is a poison,
a sickness, sickening.
Vomit on the floor,
clouds for eyes,
a loosening, lost.
I cried when my brother died,
but tears can't get you by.

All the things I said I didn't mean-
that's the way it should be.
I never said I loved you
because I did.
But two unspeakable loves
stood twisted between us,
each silent because of the other,
comprising one another,
like a child exposing his mother.
You're all I ever wanted, all I ever needed,
if only you were different-
from you but not from me;
then the world would be a better place to be.

Southern ­Hospitality

We children used to laugh at him.
Every time we'd walk by John,
we would push his legs
and watch him swing back and forth
like a pendulum.
And we would laugh.
John knew not to talk back
to his owner.­ Eventually
the odor got so bad
and the rope around his red-striped,
black neck so loose he almost slipped
out of it that we stopped
pushing and laughing because
no one wanted to be whipped
for walking in the house
with his own vomit on himself.

Look o’er the killing fields,
Watch the corpses float away,
Bodies torn asunder
In the glorious month of May.

Where’s your madness,
Where’s it lie?
Have you bid your family
A warm goodbye?

I declare!
I am God!
So are you!
Perfection is our vice,
Murder our virtue!

I ask questions
But provide no answers—
That is up to you.
Take a stepping-stone or two
Through your mind
And you’ll probably find
There’s no difference
Between me and you.

Hey, hey, did you see
What the papers said?
Something about you and me
And all the things we couldn’t be.

Oh, Stephen, do you remember
The things we said?
I don’t.
But I remember you
And all the things I wanted to do-
Things that I’d never do,
But I’d have done them for you
If you’d asked me to.

Have you ever seen someone so beautiful
That you wanted to die?
I could look at you forever and find
Something new every minute
That I’ve loved all the time.

Desire
in the pit of Loneliness dwells,
Strapped
suicidal
in unforgiving cells