Tomorrow's My Birthday

Tomorrow?s my birthday.

There will be a soir?e for a sable sojourn,
sardonic smiles, saturated souls, sanctified sluts,
sexual shadow of shame, serene sepulchre of Satan?s
serenades, saccharine Sabbath of sadness, snide sex slaves
to smother, suicides of sobbing sodomites, sombre and solemn
slumber of sanity, sophistries of sore sorcery, speechless shows
of
splendid squalls and sorrow, suppressed and spurious sixteen
summers,
and sociable solitude.

I?ve invited Mistress Death
To contemplate my abhorrent wishes
While they burn in the candles
And disappear with the reek as
They swim in reality?s humid
Space and dimension
And exist with depressed eternity.