A Cacophonic Love Poem

The paradox between ugly sounds and the beauty of love has a magnificent effect

I cannot help

That my love is staccato:

Short and harsh and

All things that they tell us that love is not.


I cannot change

The fact

That my love is like Hell:

You will suffer- but oh how you will love it



But just because my love

Screams and

Wails

And causes more alarm than most

Does not mean that all of this

Horror

Comes without its rewards.


Believe me, there will be rewards:

Blood, and Crime, and Punishment.


Suicide and Smoke.



Everything we have ever dreamed of.