From mjbst48@vms.cis.pitt.edu Sat May  8 17:21:34 1999
Date: 10 Mar 95 02:41:29 EST
From: mjbst48@vms.cis.pitt.edu
Newsgroups: alt.gothic
Subject: the collector (poetry)

The Collector

He keeps the souls of loved ones
in jars, shelved alphabetically
Gathering dust on the walls.
He's a barbed wire corset--
A broken glass sandwitch.
And the tape player moans
tonight, like it did last night
like it will tomorrow.

If he's smiling, don't worry.
It's a show.
He laughs
as he walks along the sand--
Bare feet on broken ceramic toys.

Tell him your secrets.
Dance with him to the screams of idiots.
Tell him you love him
and he'll press his purple lips against yours
Suck out your breath
Swallow it... take it in... feed...
then vomit into a jar
and put you on his shelf.


rat
-- 

	"Everything passes, everything perishes, everything palls."
					       -- French proverb