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!
