in the sunlit honey kitchen
listening to
the Smiths singing
there’s a club if I’d like to go
swaying with coffee in hand
it occurred to me that
life
is a fetish item
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some saviors
enjoy their crosses
a bit too much
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victim pool
to consider his victim pool
is quite staggering
all of them spent time
lashed to a provisional chair
a designated corpse
forced to wear a party hat
yet once they hacked their own arms off
to escape his attic constraints
each went on
to wondrous achievements
and it’s not because life with him
is an exclusive prep school for young women
with only one degree field offered
in overcoming sadomasochism
though it may be a touch to spite him
he abhors being less than
because bitch
you’ll never be equal to
no, no
it’s that he has a predilection
for attempting to destroy
the most beautiful things
then becomes that dream
where your first reel image
is a fire eyed semi-truck
bearing down on you
twenty feet away from your windshield
hell bent into a head on collision
with your glass blown psyche
except
it’s not a metal wheeled monster at all
it’s a man
and the impact of him
leaves nothing behind
but one spiked high heel
a little black book
and a stack of love letters
burning on a highway
falling into the sea