"when something becomes totally extreme
and intense and intimate it's usually i guess filthy"
-lydia lunch

c'mere baby, let me wipe
the mystique off those dreams

feed you some grapes, work my way
down until morning

where i compose myself
at your feet the next day

as a bridesmaid in black,
the songbird of sorrow

a vulture gone insane
with the gleam of jealousy

it's my dadaist nature,
the surrealist tendency

to heckle you with
kind wisdom,

to be good and faithful always
but nothing to show for it.