Goodbye, as hate propels the wasted glow.
No sleep contrives the grinding of my brain.
The words were fast but now the words are slow,
and burn my eyes to write or to refrain.
Goodbye, as love consumes my paper heart
with matchless wonder, warm and full of lies:
a stone to smash the monument apart,
and blood that runs like death attracting flies.
Goodbye, goodbye, the waters all recede.
Goodbye, goodbye, the stars are all obscured.
A common whore knows better than to breed,
but poets feel compelled by every word.
It makes no sense to breathe the fire’s smoke;
inhale, inhale, inhale, inhale—and choke.