love is a faggot

love is a faggot
and the moon is AIDS.
tomorrow i will march in the street
with signs that read
"love=gay"

in the morning
the light was pink
and gray through the window,
the canary danced to be funny.
i didn't say anything then,
but i thought
it was
faggy.

the canary sat while i
ate breakfast on the terrace,
it said:

'take everything quietly into your hands
to consume all in gasping breaths,
compacted into a single molecular unit
of fag and fuck.'

it gave a little cry and
before it flew away,
it shit on my face.

you motherfucker moon,
i don't want it.

it is only that
there is something
i am looking for
in these corn fields.

this is all, i don't want you.
i don't want you to come any closer.

in the boxcar darkness
there was apple milk cream dream.
there was fear.
there was milk and fear.
i woke up in the morning.
my room was cold.

love is a faggot
and the moon is AIDS
tomorrow i will shit
on your face and
write a poem about it.