Oh steely lark, hark, I repent, Thou of burning bush lament, Of asshole, seven shades of plum, Mahogany and rosehip beacon. Strive in poison, for mule and stem, In hack, and cool shade of Bethlehem, Strive yet in aching light of men, For nimble arpeggio passion? Oh pain of pride, and blood of beast, That wept in muscle fury heat, That echoes silk, and leaves me beat, For cherished **** most true.
I was laughing when I first read it. Now I'm not sure. Is it me or was the poem about a spent, disillusioned gay lover? Gah... did I just ask that question?
well, as always its difficult to express it in any conventional form (hence needing to write the fucking thing in the first place) but to cut a long story short the main thrust is about supposedly serious relationship based around sex and sexual deviance (a straight one i assure you); Hence the slightly askew subject matter roughly framed in a fairly traditional, yet loose, love poem structure. Hope this helps
yes it did.. The second feeling was more accurate except for the gender.. pretty dark. Thanks. Very good btw.
