The *****
My best friend was gay when we first met
he said: I`m gay better tell you before
the lunatics around here tell you.” We became
the best of friends in a way quite unlikely
he spoke English and made the language sounds
like verses of Shakespeare.
My English was rather more basic, English picked
up in late night bars and by whores I met on my
hellish dive into the futility of debauched love.
We could speak to early morning about literature
and acting- my friend was a jobbing actor and
as a young man had dreamed of becoming one.
Then cancer came and killed him
I wrote a necrology about him and sent it to
the local paper that didn`t publish it because
the word “love” was inappropriately used.
Tom was my best friend and there will be no one
like him again
"Pleased to meet you",a friendly line
I guess you'll be my neighbor for a "little" while
Would you like to come in and have a tasty cup of tea
There is something I should show you
Something you would not believe
Now strung on a rafter through my affinity
You were a fly caught in a web of
maletecence when you fell asleep
Revolting from the stench of my malignity
Your barbed wire ripened flesh is only the beginning
Through my ablation of your anatomy
The bewildered expression on your face
shows the pain I thrive to see
Hung upside down,you are gutted pigotry
No one will ever know that it was ever me
Blood bubbles through your ears and gushes out your mouth
Your gargled scream no one will hear
To my binge I am devout
Terror stricken eyes and horror haunted soul
Your blood has bleached the floor since I plotted your demise
Through your fog glazed eyes I see your life deprived
Reflections of my beligerent smile confirms your last good-bye
Your necrology sealed through a macabrish mind
Pleased to meet you,it sure was fine!!!
Loves lost anatomy
It’s heart resides in each body
To each there is autonomy
Some loves comes freely
For others the headlines are gloomy
You could search there necrology
Heartbreakers live in infamy
Wandering forever endlessly
Are the victims searching for what could be
They cry for they are so lonely
Living in the painful memory
Longing for her he
He longing for she
Living in misery
Pretending to be happy
There own undesired agony
Then there are those who seemingly
Receive love so easily
Give it so honestly
It touches them gently
Two souls far from a dichotomy
Becoming one in this vast empty
The heartbroken watch in envy
Cant grasp this concept mentally
As they see lovers and their loyalty
Holding hands softly and openly
Intertwined for all eternity
Only wanting to receive that sincerity
And their two worlds spin diagonally
As some become loves lost anatomy.
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