ode to lisa

10/15/05

silly girl, I know what you are
pulses of electricity and abstract niceties, the things
I’ll never have
because you’re nothing but everything that’s wanted
like the unwanted light in the corner, or a
cockroach in the cupboard
just slaveship vermin awaiting the next riot meal
so you can die dignified in the dark
for some lonely man’s
wet and salty fantasies