Wednesday, November 18, 2015

"the joke" a poem

The Joke


I your daystar, tropestar, finest fetter on your heart

murmur murder, just a joke

"Let us not be lovers now."


You don't much laugh

I come to know ontological horror

As you wring my heart like a rag

Your teeth daggers to my throat

Your tender fingers claws over my lover's parts

I repent my words

and how!


-- R 88s Я --

Perfection Is Easy



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