Marta Owczarek - Love Poem

You – repulsive abject nemezis
A parody, a Judas kiss
Pandora’s Box, apocalypse
A chore, a pain, a Freudian slip,
A jagged nail, cut fingertip

Charybdis, Scylla, Siren, Styx,
Calypso, Cyclops, basilisk
Perverse magnetic deathwish row
Green empty hopeless snow d’antan
No grace bad reason awful food
Plain mainland fury, rotting wood
Why did I meet you, asshole gimp,
In flash of black self-harming fit
Synthetic by-come of dyed hair
Side product of bygoing snare

Marasmic paranoid streak
Half-seamless at sentential peak
Potential glorious downfall sound
Pandemic picking at a bow
Crowned crow crammed crudely in a square
Who never came, was never there
Torn into pores of floor and bound
In patent plastic whispered vow

A massive fucking big surprise
Destructive call, straitjacket ties
A blindly followed urge to crease
Moronic pleasing of a beast
Have I no other fish to eat
A slimy loathsome deaf defeat

You insincere mid-twenties fuck
With arrogance outgrowing class
Your sturdy standards, stupid style
Corrosive fuss of deep-voiced pride
Obliteration, fickle fame,
Burgundy shameful shape unnamed

I’ll never speak to you again
Hold back the voice on pointless grounds
Stand still, upright, not move a brow
But sink two laser beams – my eyes
Each time you dare to pass me by
White hot, sharp, hungry, full of lies
Of rubber, quicksand and despise.