two girls for a stoic

 dear girl if what you say to me is true

and hearts beat well within your chest

one beat once lacerated breast two

fingers interred amidst the best

my passion unto you

ill do anything,ill fuck

beyond my measure when i say

it i feel the dirt it is my treasure

when i have you one time a scream

and drat to hell the words

im saying as passion had my corpse

spasiming exorcising flies interred

in prism fleeting bright prison cellights gleaming

youll understand if you can look under

a bitter meaning

a lust i feel concealed a gel

not everybody knows i feel

not everything i say is hell

about a fifth id say is hell

below within instirred

but flies hang round,oh tis foul

everything exhumed ill dig in deep

little knows hell but in lust unnerved

lust can ring a bell and fuck shit up

everything said within this letter

meant and spent if you have met her try

another a guest to smother

this one rittles me and chills shoot

up my spine but ill have her too as

per usual poems my deign

here goes a life

one love;a blur

ashen hair the scarred black gown

so many tears within my milton house

have bound me to my past and

left me served another girl to play

entirely in love an unprofitable clown

i wish youd know of late your love has

gotten no less nor has lost its weight

hopefully its perfect charm can masturbate

whats left before i stutter and squirm

and gasp and cough and splutter

for health as poets go is unheard

and if a death hasnt taken one toll

of my soul you have two girls

one future i look forward

to court and herd and one past

that dosent lose its charm

but goethe pushkin byron shelley

all these names in dictionaries go undisplayed

without a women sat beside to pull poke and prod

and then deride that men speak by women

lay in beta seldom heard