Dear Cut/Throat,

Blind idiot you
uninfluential
poet stranger cling

only closer still
to sobbing sonnets
and pendulum dreams

a cavernous house
unfused and defiled
dark deserted womb

speak of reason last
there penned into thought
a tortured body

this freezing weather
love sequestered still
this scene has altered

these enclosing walls
a simple story
unless we are lost

I have learned much in
my life simply called
it the sea alone

a heavy dirty
shirt on the bathroom
basin candle lit

your curled lip slid out
beside my penis hung
down pressing darkness

soft sad derision
for your genial
compassionate scorn

idly frightened we
glide our high spirits
past midnight into

frozen cold poems
the oppressive weight
of barely touching.