Short De Sade Poems

lilac lethargies
dispatch De Sade disciples
cooing on Justine's
collective erotic pain--
cameo cannibal thirst...

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What used to be my face
    is now just a facade
  Once I was nice
    now I'm the Marquis de Sade

  Please cry no false tears for me
    or say that you've somehow still faith
  Keep it up, and I'll metamorphize
    from the Marquis to Henry the Eighth...

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i was young
i was broke
i was cold

cold
young
and broke

i didnt need
to fix my
broken
piggie
bank

short on supplies
i'd exercise by
walking at
night a
round
town

where
there i
saw the
marquee
it could've
been de Sade
but instead was

Mozart

i had
twenty
dollars
for 

groceries and
a ticket for
Don Giovanni
was twenty

i lived
off of
that
opera
for a
long
time...

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she said it was
an act of god
questioningly i
replied did you
say the Marquis
de Sade

her accent hid
her willingness
to believe so
or believe so
faithfully so
she said

love is the
same which
once again i
said did you
say love is
pain

words were
heard but
aurally were
transferred
from thought
to intent

so we spent hours
talking but talking
not the same for
her since was my
pinch and her OW
was my meow...

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choreography by de sade
lurid in glass cages
masturbating strobe lit neon
orbit decaying speed.

wholesale supplication
self abusing gratification
starving heroin chic
naked jazz gloss pages

clinical execution
seductive as scalpels
warm as polar ice floes
passionate as styrofoam

loveless bloodless corpses
cold animated fever
acid battery jerks
common denominator appeal

promises to be broken
dreams exsanguinated
lives to be killed
flesh...be...mine...

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