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I AM SO IN LOVE WITH YOU I WANT TO LIE DOWN IN TH EMIDDLE OF A MAJOR PUBLIC INTERSECTION AND CRY


is not how you are supposed to start love poems
but I’m too far gone
to work up to it gently

your naked back in the mirror
has cured at least 3-4 major diseases

for you, I would set myself on fire in a smoke detector factory
for you, I would ride through the mall on a Segway knocking juices out of the
hands of thirsty real estate agents

your lungs like Christmas stockings waiting for Santa to climb down the
chimney & put cancer in
your face like the face of a dead French revolutionary in an outdated
children’s textbook
my stupid heart ........... like a snowglobe ....... filled with blood

If you left me, I would be forced to gaze despairingly into the middle distance
If you left me I would be forced to emotionally distance myself from the
situation as a self-preservation technique until eventually I healed enough to be
able to consider romantic relationships with other people, all the time secretly
resenting you for failing to sustain your attraction to me despite the totally
involuntary & uncontrollable nature of human desire

your teeth like a graveyard ........ in springtime
your tongue like a mattress ........ in a graveyard ............ in springtime
your tongue on my cunt like a mattress ........ in a graveyard ............ in springtime
my pubic hair like the black carpet on the titanic
my ass ............................. like an ass buffet

you put me in a friendly but uncompromising headlock
you bite me all over my neck and shoulders

i don’t know how to write a love poem
because love is indescribable
it’s this feeling you get
when your mind gets hot
and everything else gets insignificant .................... with diamonds on it
and you have to laugh and laugh at things in your second-hand dress

the slow rising of your eyelid
like a girl’s skirt

my eyes like two envelopes stuffed with snow and no return address
my eyes like pair of pale blue cowboy boots walking slowly down a city street
towards you

it’s like
you’ve finally found someone that interests you
and you get more and more interested
like a fascinating disease

it’s like
for some reason, you have to think of the wild west all the time
but it doesn’t make any sense???
because you don’t really care about the wild west!!!!

it’s better than tv
to look at someone and feel so much happiness
your smile a single arrow, quivering in a tree trunk

it’s like .......... life is not a punishment
and sometimes good things happen for no reason
I stare and stare at you like you were a distant mountain in a homeopathic
video game
with rare medicinal flowers on it
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