The Small Hates

An internal dialogue on mankind.

Nude
I drift on the ruin with brass machination
Oxidized faulty dreams
By the sea's soft ululation
Nude
I pursue the waves of light
Running on the sand strewn with white skulls
Speechless I hover over the abyss
The heavy jelly which is the sea
Weighs on my body
Legendary monsters with piano mouths
Lounge about in the shadow's gulfs
Nude I am sleeping
Look I'm disgusted with men
Their prayers their manes
Their faith their ways
Enough of their overwhelming virtues Dressed in briefs
I've had enough of their carcasses
Bless me mad light bring on the heavenly peaks
I long to be empty once more like the peaceful gloomy eye of insomnia
I long to be a star once more
I will swim towards you my love
Across deep space borderless
Your lips are acidic like a rosebud
I will find you a man with no restraint; myself
This planet swallowed up in garbage
Saint of the last moment
And you will make of me
Your bed and your bread
Your Heaven
You don't know my night face
My eyes like possums made for space
My mouth striped with unknown blood
My skin
My fingers guideposts pearled with pleasure
Will guide your lashes towards my ears my shoulder­blades
Towards the open countryside of my flesh
The bleachers of my ribs draw in at the idea
That your voice could fill my throat
That your eyes could smile
You don't know the pallor of my shoulders
At night
When the hallucinating flames of nightmares call for silence
And when the soft walls of reality embrace each other
You don't know that the perfumes of my days are dying on my tongue
When the crafty ones come with their knives adrift when I plunge into the mud of night