Karesadathia's blog: "poems"

My man loved me so much he wanted to kill me cause he loved me so good he wanted to die cause he loved me without sorrow so sad without tears he loved me to kill to die to cry so much he wanted to scream cause i loved him too much i drank his tears loved him too much i ate his strength loved him too much i stole his joy i loved him to drink to eat to steal cause we loved so much so good to love to love so long to love so long

And it's familiar this fact of flame of indulging images the salty dust devil winds spitting into silver helmets through shit splattered wings the beginnings and endings in which i salute the sun because i know it has to come today because a dream is like a nail becasue this room peels back the whole in my cup and so i tell you whoever you are plastic pen, paper, dicitonary i tell you the policemen sing the sanitation men whistle the distended body of military parades fly flags in wounds of dead words and the sad look of tribal warfare points every secound between sockets into the same flame of the zero hour and i know it has to come from me