Love Leads Us Into Death

Dreams of pencils
penile and paper
reams in the penitentiary
holed up in the library
paying my fines
my debt to society
perpetually

please you said this
could never happen
here
where we join
loin to loin
and conquer fear
though it was that coming
together that spreading
of oil on the gears
that conveyed the disease
in hot white tears

now i cannot move away from here
this place of dwindling returns
and no beer in which to drown
perchance to shear
one more month from my last
remaining year
with this face and these sideburns
this simian brown frown

all from eating too much shit
each of us has his nasty habit
or two
yours is lying
and thanks to yours, mine --
mine is dying

[c2006jbb]