BIRTHDAY POEM "Eros do that." --Jack Spicer I want to be reprieved Like Macheath I live Beneath the World. Our love will flourish there Choral angels affected by Hubris. Reducing the Bride to a victim Of the Melody of Voices And the Harmony of Pain. Her body is the seat of all their plans The bold refutation of a plethora of one-night stands. Tears cross the cheeks of Her bachelors As the torture of wanting her wells.
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