born dead

Fishing on the blue glass lake I look for the reflection of you. I search in the murky depths the lines and the debts Green fields of morning sadness bounce off the glittering sky. Oh my beautiful one why do you bleed when the wounds are on me? Time to proclaim to the bowels of the sea how our love is twisted and deformed beyond fuzzy. Aerated menstruum uponce my once steady fingers a drip drip drip forms a sad font where the trees once stayed. Dried broken bones grey and alone adrift on the tides of her sad song, a whisper and sigh for the ones who had died pretending fake lands were there all along. I swam through the sea thawed and miasmic I could see those bright blue eyes glaring with the foamy shame of the nights we shared and sang away like the millibars of the oxygenated cyclones on our path.

Again for one last time lets sing to the stars and sun and the grey bone moon for each to theirs and the devil to whom. Juicy blood stream, giver of life dont fail me now that I have found her wonderful splice. Clot bloated gore and indecent night hail to the winds and the lustfilled fights . Renewal through her ethereal form an amoeba so well attached I draw her near with my lugubrious smile and exalt in the bedewed madness that makes our love alive. In her meadow of moist red we splash and we flock to the innocent days that the universe laid out. The mermaid Calypso sang as we watched, and from one of the caves the god of Black Night had decided to return............... mAN damn man damn