evol love

a simple act.
like opening the eyes,
as subtle as
the north wind, which
ain’t so subtle.
yet we beseech
an open heart
kept, as if
this tenderness
was automatic,
like waking up.

and don’t fuck around
with it. love
is such a selfish
immolation. cute
sideways murder,
so studied, pondered,
pandered to the petty
bourgeois masses.
nobody remembers
anything anymore.

just the last dead lover.
or mind-authority parentage.

ain’t it true?
that love is an evil word?
backwards, in a word,
evol?
love can be inside
out, like
ripping out your guts to see
history’s gas chamber. you
and that self, if only
because you can.

fantasies disturb
deep waters. therein
lies fear, reflective.
evil twin love.
a double-edged sword
seeks blood.
we give willingly.