And You, You Swept Me Away

Like the last song
on a Tom Waits
tape. Blue Valentine,
Blue Valentine,
my Blue Valentine.

You are my death
wish, my terrible,
grotesque death.

Alone again,
BlueValentine
on the run from
infested love
inflated love
exaggerated
love.Karmic love,
imploding like
a collapsing
red star.

Blue Valentine
you little death,
my galactic
love.I am on
the run again
crossing your path
one last time.And
you, you swept me
away.

And I am
infested with love
like a maggots to a dead corpse.
Inflated with love
like a dirty
dog with worms.
And I am on
the run.