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.

To a Prostitute (1992)

Tuesday night,
after hours of sex,
I took a shower
to wash you off me.

Arriving home late,
I was slapped in the face.
Yet again, I didn't wash
myself well enough.

To Brother (1992)

Years before, we two were scientists,
experimenting with forms of pleasure.
Hypotheses never existed on my behalf.
Although knowing the conclusion, I wanted
the result the procedure produced: orgasm.

(from a work-in-progress)

You bore me
Right through me
You gave me
This disease

(from a work-in-progress)

The mirror crack’d
When you looked in it,
As the hearts of men break
In the presence of God.

I open the window
at night
so the sirens
can rock me to sleep.

Dreams of you
are fleeting
and few
but I close my eyes anyway.

Sleep, sweet Sleep,
the River Lethe's
got nothing on me.

Look for me
- I know you won't -
and you'll find me
in my bed,
not asleep
but half-dead.

Empire (1992)

I sucked the dick of the Empire,
drained the marrow, its life-source,
from the wrinkled shaft and spit it out
onto cold concrete; it tasted bad.

The masses screamed like dying butterflies
when I began to slurp, my tongue darting,
my hands clawing for stability.
Their evil was leaving them; I was happy.

The orgasm left them weary but relieved.
Prejudice squirmed like a snake,
Hate throbbed like a dying heart,
and it all spewed from my mouth,
a fountain of Man's sins; it tasted bad.

Eyes were opened wide enough to watch
the ghastly mucous seep into the depths
of the Earth, on its way back to Hell.
Cries of joy abounded, men and women wept
and thanked me for Nothing; I was happy.