My Little Lovelies

A tearful tincture washes

Cabbage-green skies;

Beneath the dribbling bushes

Your raincoats lie;

Pale white in private moonlight,

Like round-eyed sores,

Flap your scabby kneecaps apart,

My ugly whores!

We loved each other in those days,

Ugly blue whore!

We ate boiled eggs

And weed.

One night you made me a poet,

Ugly blond whore.

Get between my legs,

I'll whip you.

I puked up your greasy hair,

Ugly black whore;

You tried to unstring

My guitar.

Blah! Some of my dried-up spit,

Ugly red whore,

Still stinks in the cracks

Of your breast.

O my little lovelies,

I hate your guts!

Go stick big blisters

On your ugly tits!

Break the cracked bottles and jars

Of my feelings;

Come on! Be my ballerinas

Just for a while!

Your shoulder blades are twisted back,

My masterpieces!

Stick stars in your snatches and shake

Them to bits!

And it was for you hunks of meat

I wrote my rhymes!

My love was sticky self-deceit

And dirty games!

Dumb bunch of burnt-out stars,

- Against the walls!

Go back to God, croak in corners

Like animals!

Pale white in private moonlight,

Like round-eyed sores,

Flap your scabby kneecaps apart,

My ugly whores!