Happy Valentine's Day

And every time I've tried, to pluck it up, like falling sand A yearning that has died is all I grasp in this toolish hand And the women full of life, that fill the rap'trous void Speak to me of strife, and the ones they have destroyed

I can make you feel again, you say I can turn your fathoms to fields of May

So I smoke it up and drink it through And live on locusts and sour red stew And libel faith and believe in you

But evenutally, even Sega is dull The lethargy kings on my shoulders like vultures Picking at the sundried entrails of ambitions and Dreams and things I expect in a box from a man With balloons and Happy Valentine's Day.

So I dine with the vultures. I call them friends Because I've realized how tasty raw flesh can Be when you don't feel like eating mustard Anymore. Pity is its own reward

The dank, pungent, heat of my own despair Smells like potpourri, tastes like a pear You blame me unjustly, you say, wear a frown And I agree without deference, and drag us both down I call you logocentric, abusing your peace Because it gets my rocks off, and it gives you release And now that I'm blacker than blackness can be I find my reason for being has always been me

You smile your smile and not fade away It's to you I have come. And here I will stay.