with Emily Dickinson

I come again to where your head touches my breast I come reeking of cigarettes And tea I come to say something which would make peace I come bearing the motivation You must because you must

All my idols have fallen If all that awaits is drab thence Please sister Please help me

I come seeking the truth with worn out tools I come with that paper Certificate of nothing from nothing I come with fingers in a V Press fingers to lips, suck and breathe I come with ironical puissance And others come with me

All of the reasons, subverted What place has relativity in love Please sister Please help me

I come to the altar of men for men by men I come with the ransom of mammon sold souls I come knowing I can't live with or without you I come with the memories you gave me for the heart you extorted I come in star shimmering heavens I come with minds made dull with flickering light and passionless writers seeking fame as I have I come renouncing every coercion promising never again to borrow the lucre that poisons knowing I will break promise and renunciation I come to you because you said Bring me your poor I come incapable of choosing life or death I come with twenty-five years of fulsomeness and gluttony with uselessness and insipidness for speech and thought

I come from the depths of the Inferno I come to the torch you bear from the walls of Limbo I come with Beatrice's asprin on my tongue I come praying all will be well and renting and pouring ashes in the disco throb I come that a Virgil may press me to his chest, that we may escape the demons, that if Adams fall for Eve sakes there be no blaming, that if men love men, there be no shame that faction be abolished schism, the only anathema that the great mutual fund of understanding should stand stalwart to Fortune

I come with all Gloria, Alleluia, and Hosanna inscribed on my forehead I come with the ridiculous I come with Emily Dickinson

Please sister Please help me