NO MORE LOVE POEM

[Daniel de Culla]

NO MORE LOVE POEM

 

“”..... Ander her picture when she cut her wrists and so the kid saw the picture and his prick went Whoop Whoop Whoop,,,”

- Trantino. The Great Blafigria Is.

 

“ … For I dream I know not how¡

And my soul is sorely shaken

Lest an evil step be taken,-

Lest the dead who is forsaken

May not be happy now.”

-The Bridal Ballad. Edgar Allan Poe

 

Please Stop.

I don’t want falling in Love

& being pretty smart

O mamma mia.

When the Train is Gone

 I thrower in motion:

I don’t hit the nail on the head¡

 

 I’m going wild against the Wall

Slap-up meal.

My brain’s been fucked

When yr love is come

Toot toot

Damn bitch ate my dog.

 

 Then haemin’s yr Ass:

Love is a silly thing

 Fancying that

All over the place

And to die

Of a broken Heart, ja, ja ja.

 

 Hey captain¡ Hey captain¡

 My arm chaplain is incapable.

Hey Captain¡ Hey Captain¡

 I think we’re gonna cum

In the twinkling of an eye:

 The end of the love

Lies inside you¡

 

 Do you know Do you see:

All lovers are Rapier pigs

 bastard Gentlemen of rape

Looking out at all rissoles

In the churches’ streets

& saying:

” let me darkle

Or let me daze”.

 

 With Langston Huges’ motto

As we live and learn:

“Dig and be dug

In return”

 

No more Love Poem

Darkly Vampire.

Carry me to Yr Black Ritual

Of bloody Love

 Leaning lip-poised.

 We tremble to receive

The darkly fucking Eucharistic

To touch Perceive

Touch Explore

 And yet with utmost Sinful care

 Slide Melt

Devour.

 

The shit Cock

And Chicken

In the head of lustful night

Carry me.