A woman threw her fur coat at you
Then someone in the conga line unzips your dress…
Don’t be so tremendous in bed…
That’s what you are, isn’t it, a little whore…
But I ran to the window anyway with wet eyes and cheeks…
And here comes the starry whispers
Darling, why do we have to have fun?
We should be beaten over the head with a pink cushion…
Are you going to settle everything with a filthy look?
Or give me a smoked glass ashtray with a big bow on it
Darling, it’s a lonely party
When you run the knife along the dress strap…
And then my happiness depends upon an emerald…
Darling, so what is death
Well, it’s a mirrored headboard…
Darling, I love you with a vileness…
And all the nuance of uranium.
And so what if I’m charming
Do they think I want to destroy the world
And this is why I wear a pearl ring over a black leather glove
Darling, I feel a floating agony…
An agony like organza…
Now are you going to give me what I want
Or will you too die pressed against the door…
With armfuls and armfuls of mauve veil…
Is this a poem or the back of a shovel
It’s a frying pan full of diamonds.
Darling the world is crashing to bits
Come on and say something filthy
We’re going to die, darling
Look, darling, this is a kind of blackened spring
This is a springtime with dark edges
Yes, something is tinglingly wrong!
When you lift your dark eyes like a piano lid
Or a double casket…
Anyway, I tore up your poems…
Well, aren’t you glad to see me?
And against all this background I present a doom…
Now what kind of gentle doom is this?
And some cake frosting for your groin…
I wore dingy sequins…
Yes, darling, I only like very dull sequins…
And flesh toned telephones…
And a sudden clang of lens flare…
And then you wash up on shore like that
Darling let’s have a fight in the room with the loud wallpaper…
I feel as though I’m a rotting flower…
I feel an incandescent disgust…
My jewels are simmering on my neck…
Can you do this to me?
I have all the qualities to make a fine and decent person…
And what have I done with them?
I go about all day pursing jewels, fur, excitement…
But be displeased with me, I can’t help it
It binds me to you…
Only you could look so innocent in leather…
And so I wrote you a blazing letter…
A letter like a rainbow in autumn…
You should be afraid of such a letter
I told you I loved you in the most vile obscenities…
