Love is a Dog from Hell

I no longer want it all,
just some comfort
and some sex
and only a minor
love.

She knew what she wanted and it wasn’t
me.

It’s hard to feed
without getting fed.

She has saved me
from everything that is
not here.

there is always one woman
to save you from another

and as that woman saves you
she makes ready to
destroy.

“How’s your health?” he asks.
“Physically I’m sound as a tic. Mentally I’m
wasted, doomed, on my tiny cross, all that
crap.”
“I’ll take

There is something wrong with me
besides
melancholia.

for her feet to walk upon,
I can see pillows for her head,
I can feel my waiting laughter,
I can see her petting a cat,
I can see her sleeping,
I can see her slippers on the floor.
I know that she exists
but where is she upon this earth
as the whores keep finding me?

Shes always high

in heels

spirit

pills

booze

each sounding more and more like the others
and less and less like themselves,