Lovin' falsely.

Don't throw those words:

I know we humans only cover

Jellyin' trembles an' big black 

Holes 'cause floatin' free's a 

Dirty mongrel task. 

Better off bedded, declared an'

Clutched into these circles where

We live in cobbled fogs an'

Cracked up pavestones.

Gotta pelt those kisses

Some place, outta the oven of

Red need to where the flames'll catch.

That beauty of pins that rips you up

Is only prickin' the eyes an'

Catchin' the throat, body on body.

A mirror fans your lust, 

Draws the scene of dreams an'

In you go, as though this lake

Weren't glass! No sirens there

But you alone, another mournful

Spirit racked with fables.

Find the few amid the

Swarmin' ants down there, for

Luck lies in man as surely as

A sword is drawn in the

Face of death:

Give me blood, he says, 

Give me love!