She had these little cups
of coffee for eyes, and I
should have stayed up
all night.
Love is a drunk whore.
A lie from Saturn.
Venus, slither back in the
ocean where you belong.
Loneliness is a knife cutting
my balls off.
Knowledge arrived with an
alarm clock from hell,
always the wrong fucking
time. Slammed doors, words
of hatred.
What happens to the man that
inherits the wind?