(or: A Lonely Wretched Death)
Slowly love countersinks my heart,
watches it, complacently, as it bleeds dry,
giving it another turn of the screw
as if to bestow the favour of more pain on me.
Afflicted by excruciation, love’s closest friend,
I’m hollering through inanition towards the abyss
while the pandemonium scrapes all life out of me.
Deep love haunts unshod,
crazy love frays a low-backed top,
unrequited love frazzles a miniskirt.
Nookie! The last thought of a moribund,
degrading everything to the lunatic nature.