Oh cutter of veins
Thou who parts flesh
Red are the roses you grow
Let me this night
Be the soil from which you nourish
Deliver into limbs
Your rhythmic slaughter
Tender is the wound
Shooting trickles through the sky
And the freezing that follows
Ramming concrete
The snap of wet bone
Protruding its wrappings
And the sickening delight
Of discovering therein;
There is virtue in mourning
Stab and burn
With slashing vengeance
Like a constant churn
This millstone penance
I loose well if nothing else
I smile not
Life pa**es by
With giant leaps
In slow motion
Steal not this from me
Oh beautiful love
Undeserving as I am
Of your caring affection
Chances are I'll let you all down
The essence of my being