Be dainty
Be pretty
Be silent
Be Sodom
Pendulum in this embrace
A barbed wire foothold on the wall
And slowly, slowly moving upward
Upward, heaving heavenward as a mere insect
Crawling into deeper reaching chasms
Silent moon and the ivory cage which smothers it
The paint-on smile and the wipe-off grin
With all the care and attention of a blitzed Brittanic blue
We are dressed dainty, pretty, silent, Sodom
Folding to the wastelands as the moon capsizes the tides
To achieve further
You must retreat farther
Stay silent and do not think
When photographs exist for only half a year
I barely know you at all, I can count on my hand
Exactly everything I am sure off and even then I may have remainders
As you have remainders and she has remainders and closets
Full to bursting like suicidal veins
For the art of the lie
To achieve.