you are so young
man
you are so angry
boy
you are so wild
child
and your lashings
tied to your old gods
of machismo and guilt
forgive my brother
forgive your own sins
a thin brown wine dealer
wants dinner
he wants love
she wants red wine
he wants cigarettes
a text at night
a vague wine altered memory at waking
of a passion
from the night before
of a past love
of wine
and cigarettes
red dress
wet fingers
mouth
full
black hair
an instant message
and an engagement
to be bad
within the realms of good
whilst in the house of god
what kind of Elision prostitute do you think i am
i cannot write on champagne
i need red wine
a lucky strike
and a whore in my bed
such calm memories of chaos
of a summer lost to passion
of a winter based on love
and a future somewhere lost
in your blue crystal eyes
do i even dare
lolita
this is the truth of history
and the lies of never loving
lolita
how can you be
still under my skin
“could you ever love a whore?” she asks
“i do” i reply
“for 300$, i love you for an hour every week”
tall
thin
pale
another tattooed whore
poor me a glass
and go kill yourself quietly
leave me here
to die into my wine
rich
young
handsom
you say you want our children to have my eyes
i hope to death that my eyes will see our children
i lie so well to others
i lie so well with others
you
you see through my lies
you i cannot deceive
there can be no deception
you
the woman that loves me
for what i am
a child in a monster costume
oh but a boy
misshapen into a man
zebrasindenver 