I really don't have much to offer,
there's not much I can do.
I write poems, but they're not very good,
even though every single one is about you.

We promised never to lose ourselves,
except in each other;
but even then,
just for the orgasmic moment
when there's nobody alive but us.

In bed, we lay insane on top of each other,
practicing being dead.
When you closed your eyes, I said,
"I'll cut my wrists if it'll make you laugh one more time."
The beauty of your smile made me cry.

Do you remember when we stopped caring what other people thought?
If ever your eyes lose the spark
that makes me think of galaxies and gods,
I'll die, I will surely die.

They said to be careful what we wish for,
so we asked for the stars--
At night, we snore into each other's faces
and fly towards the sun.

We agreed never to lose ourselves,
except in each other;
but even then,
just for the orgasmic moment
when there's nobody alive but us.

I made Art today
just by thinking
of your cock.

look at me
i know words
i can write
verbal turds

I was smoking a cigarette
when I heard the news.
I'm so sorry that you
were the only one by his side;
I'm so sorry that you
had to watch him die.

I can't believe how far you went away
when you said you were leaving for just a day:
it's stretched into years with nothing more to say.

Loneliness is a curse whether or not I want it to be.
Though I guess for you, my cruel darling,
a much worse fate would be returning to me.

When I go to sleep
I don't expect to wake up.
Maybe it's a good thing
that I sleep
because I wake up.

I always find myself alone.

Crowds gather, friends the same as foes,
then shatter
into twos, threes, fours, and one - me.
I'm at the center,
an ignored axis upon which no one turns his eyes
or on the rim - yes, usually on the rim -
a satellite that receives and sends no signal.

Alone I always find myself.

(from 1998)

The children laugh as they hack away,
The puppies’ throats opening, blood-red,
Pouring thick, wet onto cold, gray concrete.
Little screams and yelps mingle twisted
Against air aglow with after-fog’s clarity,
The Day’s sky smiling gold on echoes of Death.

There is no heart in heart-less souls ripped
Frying from burnt-out bodies beaten with forgotten ideals.
Will there be forgiveness or is such a thought
Just a thought conned from the minds of idols
Built with hands hopeless with a hope that will never exist?

One last crash of metallic flash, glinting steel
Shining beneath a crimson bed of dander,
And the children saunter off, teary-eyed,
A last drying drop suddenly glistening
With the heartening sight of another kennel just ahead.

I couldn’t look back
Because I’d never leave.
But I look forward
To seeing you again.
Next time, I’ll stay
And never let go.

I say
the things
you hate
to hear
because
I love you so much.

Sometimes I write
just to write
like a lover who fucks you
and forgets who you are.

A lover - if I dare
to call myself a lover
(I've got the flesh,
the sweat,
the cock,
the cum,
but not the passion, right?) -
can forget who you are.

But a poet - if I dare
to call myself a poet
(I've got the line breaks,
the economy of words,
the music,
the muse,
but not the rhyme, right?) -
cannot forget who you are.

Can he?

my mother
my mother
my mother
my mother said
you never really know anyone

but i know you
i used to be inside you
sucking your guts through my guts
i used to be outside you
sucking your tits through my mouth
i used to be miles from you
sucking your thoughts through my ears
i used to be next to you
sucking your body's heat with my body
but i know you

my mother
my mother
my mother
my mother said
you never really know anyone

It's hard enough
to walk in the dark
with your head turned back around.
Though I guess
if you try hard enough
you can make your way by sound.

We waste away
a little each day.
Soon, we'll be Nothing
again.

(from a work-in-progress)

The stars are dead
in a world that never lasts.
Surely you've better things to do
than live in the past.

It's so hard
not to tell you
how much I love you
every time we talk.

So when I'm alone,
I just whisper it
and hope you hear it
someday.

You make me say things
that are so embarrassing,
but if you'll continue to allow me
the privilege of knowing you,
then so shall it be,
so shall it be.

E.E.M. (2000)

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,
compromising one another,
like a child exposing his mother.
You're all I ever wanted, all I ever needed;
if only you or I were different in one way -
either from you or from me -
then the world would be a better place to be.