let them love you first
and then maybe let their love make you strong
let their fleeting obsession mirror your own
though only in passing
don't devote a soul's worth to it
as if it can be measured
each new line creating a piece of paradise
a glimpse where conscious and subconscious
shalt not live and die by sword of insinuation
prosecution for the least of my sins
is duty done in the jaded world eyes of policemen
of all the things i covert
i deserve the ability to rape
at least a small part of all
who would by small damning degrees
insult me with lack of trust
and eyes which are 20/20
but see nothing
if these hands and fists
drive cars and masturbate
what end for seeking refuge
how far to purge
to starve like a supermodel
before we become both
first and third world
a joke and a satire
but not obvious
except to bored modern philosphers
and historians yet to be born
we are modern cultures latest victims
we were suckered
all the way
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem