I Want to Be Your Poet
I want to be your poet . . .
And your poet alone.
I want to use you
And be used by you;
Engaging in a relationship
That is unhealthy in the extreme.
I want to know you
In ways that no one
Should ever know anyone else.
I want what we share
To be unholy and pure.
I want to distil the
World’s vulgarities out of us.
Only then shall we create
A confluence which is unique
In all of human history:
A union of such perversity,
That it defies any sort
Of ready classification.
Murder hesitation now,
And enter into my psychosis.
