Bitch, Brilliant Poet, I Love You, Hate You

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Bitch, Brilliant Poet, I Love You, Hate You

Darling, bitch whose star I follow,
I, bastard fool, bring gifts from the east
gifts of heat, diseased, soon-deceased heat
I do not desist in my duty. I follow my star
to your bed, morning, stiff, hot
begging, question, say yes to my crawl
across the cold limp world, tap of my talons
against your window, I crawl across the world
to your sacred river--I dip my tongue in it
I’ll write about that some day! Bitch!
we are cohorts, poets, co-whores
we are one poem of millions in morning--
your poet-thick hair in my face, morning
smoke, rose, us--the poem I cramp,
tight, unable to write.
I cry, caw, squawk,
I am a crow because I say so.
wings broken, I crawl
I don’t care what you are
I follow your star, poet, whore, lord
I give you my heat, yours I eat
you read right before me
I lick the microphone when you’re done
clean like your pussy
But it ain’t all sweet
we are assholes!
we taste like assholes!
life makes me nervous
I can’t grok your song,
brilliant, other, poet
I cum on your tits triumphant!
our bodies fit, nothing else
both of us in pain
we can’t last
we are crazy,
we are each a puzzle piece
not fitting, unfit
something about my tongue pisses you off
you’d rather have me silent, hard
your bed, your leisure
hostile, poet
we cram into each other
angry, unfit
cramming, twisting, grunting the new poem forth--
and then we fight, demean each other’s work,
we are frustrated, unfit, drunk
you say I talk too much
I say, tear out my tongue and throw it to the stars,
See! See! this blood pouring from my mouth
onto the page--keep it, it’s a break-up poem!
my words shall rant in a galaxy bright,
galaxy irregular, misfit, happy galaxy
the dead limp parts of me made luminous
in your absence--joy to the tongue, mine! mine!
shine sick galaxy shine
I shall forget that you exist, bitch
I shall be a god in my new galaxy
I’m getting sleepy
Forgive me
we sleep in the poem, sleep the poem off
hangover poem
you make breakfast, eggs, bacon
you smile and say,
last night was fun
let’s do it again
rant poems to each other’s faces
fuck the universe poem
blood of genitals on headboard poem, our poem
perfect, final