An Ode to Living Poetry

I get the picture

there's one big thing missing

But after all,

whom here isn't a work in progress?

I read your poems,

the words rumbling and tumbling

in that compassionate voice

stuck in my head

I was consumed in your fire

and the insanity of a life felt wasted.

I found your sensual beauty,

says the nameless girl lying in the bed,

But I refuse to be another coincidence

because I swallowed the things you gave me

and now my time is ripe

for fucking --- womanhood,

or did I mention my guardian divinity smokes cigarrettes?

Fallen so far from humanity

the soul contorts into a monster

the scars carved and chosen for the flesh

We dance the tango of mortality

and then weep on Eternity's breast.

So welcome to my late-night psychic rhythms,

where the neon signs are pulsing

and the pussy's always wet -

so fuck this human decency

and let some words bounce in my head

Like the noisy humming of my headset

or the wheezing sounds of phlegm.

Today I cried when I absorbed your words

melting sympathy into innocence

as I look for those golden rings around my eyes

trying not to think about

the self-loathing destruction

evident from the previous night.

So play your casual tension

the romanced bodhisattva knight

because nothing's more true than

those placid green eyes and a bearded grin and smile.