final song for the sexually incurable
Posted to Poetry
by Tim Cunningham on 2002-02-16 02:52:00
Both my eyes have the same vision
this hand, purple and swollen
this body, abused and misfortuned
A blanket to cover mistakes
love to silence gossip
Every value judgement
is a sting in my neck
Pretend the transmutation
was completed
The King of gold is here
all servants, to your knees
Alone in a bed,
with air to embrace
nothing really changes
it's only a dream
perhaps real and true to life
an intensified perfection.
still, fate is single
cruel and harsh
Sweet me, labelled as fiction
in believing I can be.
