Saturday, 19 June 2010

You Can Kill Me, Babe

You can kill me, babe
But you'd better do it with some conviction.
Let out the fiercest roar you can roar
As you let the knife plunge deep into my twisted heart
Watch carefully my eyes as they take one last look at your ailing face
Savour the brightness of my blood as it meanders aimlessly down my breast
Take one last suck at my milkless nipples

But don't go turning back on yourself
Don't think that everything isn't perfect just as you've made it
Even as my eyes roll over on themselves like rotten logs
As I drift off into sleepy death
Even as my spirit frolics along to places far away
Soaking up some last rays in Maui
A midnight stroll by the Seine
One last candlelit game of chess
Even as I make the rounds to bid farewell to my friends
(Gayly I will find a unique way to say good-bye to each of them, some in lucid dreams, perhaps a nearly transparent flash in a mirror, a poster on the wall, a whisper in a silent corner of the train station)

As for your farewell, babe, my last words will be just that
I will struggle to take one last tug at my frozen diaphragm
Reach down for my so-called last breath
Say to you without a trickle of dreaminess
"Go, dear, be free of guilt and shame!
May my blood make you stronger!
Be free like we humans are meant to be.
Fly like we were born to!
Go now, share my love with all those who will hear you!"

Then in conclusion I will smile at you, and there will be no confusion
As to my meaning or whereabouts.


  1. Great - and the gruesome bits, worthy of Stephen King (the great American underrated writer) if he turned his hand to poetry.

  2. I particularly liked this piece. Nothing held back. So nice to have it said so pure.