autotelic, autistic, assonance-hole©.


odd synchronicities and timing
i stumbled into her today
in the old marketplace
between the breads and cheeses
she gave me that deer in the headlights look
like she was ashamed to be found with you
caught, like a big mouth bass
this is what you want?
this pitiful, self-loathing thing?
this neurotic psychodrama
wrapped in fishnets
willing to be abused in the name of love?
i cannot believe i was surprised
i knew you only in my mind and
all the beauty i saw in you was organic
lost beneath the soil of psychosis
the snakes in your head
would make Medusa envious
on second thought, no,
i cannot say i am surprised
you could only love destruction and death
hiding under skanky, sluttish skin
the truth of her first reaction, telling
ashamed to be with you
knowing all of this is clear
the two of you, cuddling cannibals
feeding upon flesh
of all the things
you haven’t the courage to be