Brood with me, stable bourgeois man-child,

In a familiar melancholic realm,

Mere dream to you, spilled wine stain to me.

We sing in moans and greasy groans,

Speak in the tongue of primordial…

Desire me, transparent slave of vanity.

Let lust leap forth from rusted chains,

Clamor past daunted virtue’s vices,

Slither satanically into adamant loins.

Fumble for coin and dollar as you ravenously…

Look at yesterday, at a less bitter lover,

A sun-swathed demigod queen of day,

As night cajoles at first, in most tender kisses,

Then bathes in the blood of a virgin’s first acquaintance.

She shrieks in the absence of the light’s…

Embrace me, connoisseur of human flesh,

Let half-hearted moonshine and cacophonous neon

Illuminate the taboo-ridden rendezvous of

Fruitful multiplication’s oft abused tools.

Succumb to the deadly delight of my lucid…

Love is but a memory, hungry-eyed beast.

I am but ravaged, little more than a whim of

What fragile glory once existed. True love betrayed me,

And so I belligerently betray love, inciting

The forbidden flame in passerby on the streets as I…

...Brood.