intravenous

for C.A.W
Je t’aime et
tu me manques.

i.
it’s a cold day in hell, and i
am running out of steps.

dites-moi porquoi
la vie est belle;
dites-moi porquoi
la vie is gaie.

the children singing in the street
should go fuck themselves,
life isn’t beautiful
and the gaiety is dead;

smooth and shiny,
like my skull,
but dead.


ii.
i like to sit
and watch the roses die
because I,
then, am not
the only one dying
at youth’s zenith.

if you could call this,
youth--
ithinkthe
CHEMOburned
each drop of childhood
out of me--

and i saw the catheter
drain it away.


iii.
the doctors left me
dead; don’t let
frankenstein’s monster
fool you.