For the King Rat on his Birthday. (You're not Punk, and I'm telling everyone.)

The chapter never ends if

You do not read the last line

So we pull it on and over

Into Real Life where

You get bigger and stronger

And take me with you

Like a current, swept up

Pulling me along

A caring wave that

Will not stop until we reach the shore

‘I believe that I hate you more than anything

Else in the world’ are the truest words

You ever penned and

The pain in which we celebrate and devour each other

Is the marrow core of what we are because

We are not a work of fiction.



- For Beau Voge

Here, no more
Hear, no more

Waltzing

I’m not sure who you are

But the way you are going

          I’m going too

You’ve got something of the Devil in you

I am the birth

And you are the death

Together we are change

2nd November 2011, 21:58.

'Yeah, but we love each other....
But it doesn't mean we have to have a 'relationship'.
I'd much rather read your writing
Than do your washing up.'

Sidenote

"Make sense," Fielding said,
"Tell the real story of your life. You alone
Can tell the truth!"
"I don't want to make any sense," I replied.

I'm too ugly to go out into the world.
I'm a hideous monster.

- Kathy Acker: 'The Adult Life of Toulouse Lautrec.'

Dry Dock

it’s ten o’clock, time

to leave

pack

up

ship

out
 

sail

only

now

            the motor’s broken.