You

You are a heartless scoundrel,
an abortion of men,
a slight of hand card trick
and I was the con of a lifetime.
You are an evil aberration,
A pervasive mistake
inhabiting the body of an angel.

You have ruined nature,
beauty and all that is good-
For your face is fair,
and your eyes are perfect stars
in the black sky of your heart
and now I no longer trust the great sea,
wide forests or butterflies on roses
as they remind me of you.

Comment Je Suis Mort

I shall carve out the stars
from the twinkling sky
that my dreams are trapped in.
I’ll make my eyes sparkle
like those unbreakable diamonds

then I will capture the moon
with all its profound
loneliness, cut
a hard-hearted shape
and place it into
a beating chest

and all the planets in the
heavens above
shall merge into one.
Through
the tempestuous rage
that will occupy
my mad mad mind.

In my final act
in this magical dream,
I will usurp all
the seas that hide among
the stormy shore
and take all the desire
and run it through my veins
until
my heart flutters

dead.