Attempt #1

Marquis de Sade, Leopold von Sacher-Masoch,

tell me what to do with my power.

i never thought in my time there would be

so many Nazis.

tell me how to overthrow their power.

i lie at leather-clad heels, 

i am nothing.

can you see from my dark circles

that i once scribbled on walls,

i did graffiti, i did defame and resist

even so little a measure; it cannot be little

in my spirit.

under siege and starved into submission,

"They ate cats, sawdust, wallpaper paste...even their own babies."

But not I.  As the flower of my soul,

the very core of my existence

flowed under the fluorescent lights

of that damned unit, that room,

my appetite quelled and i closed my eyes.

I surrender to the falsity of your "love".

I surrender to real love.

And all variants and all deviants,

they cannot stop me for I am a deviant

and a departure.

Now I do not hasten to tell you

my version of the truth.

Blackness envelops the ugliness.

At galleries of the avant-garde,

at the Theatre of the Absurd,

at Bahnof Zoo,

and the pages of Harper's Bazaar, too;

That is my vision of the truth.