Embroid your pleasant designs upon me
Such banal canvas
Such pitiable destinies
These souls never bold enough
At least
Not
For me
And I'm dreaming of gallows
And hookah smoke rings float
Oh you delicate monster
My likeness
My brother
This boredom
It's the worst
Of all
Miseries
Can I interest you in a little morphine?
No well, more for me now then
This takes some more from me
Now
And
Then
You were more than half a friend
But less and less until the sweet end
And I would waste you on half-told jokes
And circumspect evidence
Against the contrary
You were always
My Jesus, Joseph, and Mary
You were always
You were always
You were always
My Jesus, Joseph, and Mary