Tonight I write poetry for the damned
to be loved only by those who life hates
who life scammed.
This is free verse for vampires, lepers, leper vampires, freakshows, tacky fashion shows and perverts of all kinds.
Let the lovers and the beautiful people have their Byron and their Shakespeare
tonight, we’re gonna fuck, how’s that for poetry?
Tonight we will squeeze every last bit of proof out of this yeast
infected and fermented
till we’re dead drunk on sobriety
like the worm at the bottom of a bottle of tequila.
But, if you look closely
you can see he died smiling.