I dream of your skull while your love unfolds,
Put your shit in a box and mail it to my address—
I’m dreaming you are an Asian girl with 38DDs,
She doesn’t need a soul to come with me to the bottom of the earth—
Your face reminding me of raunchy cartoons I drew as a child,
A woman with a giant cock makes no goddamned sense at all
Unless she’s a man with big fake tits,
I don’t want to know what she sells for on the Chinese black market,
It’s too goddamned surreal; the Russian black market’s another matter
But you’ll say Chinese girls look better with their heads cut off
And I’ll say you’re confusing them with North Koreans
And you’ll say what’s the difference
Between a North Korean and a South Korean
And I’ll say is that supposed to be a riddle,
Fuck her mouth and you’ll find out but you’ll have to find her head first
Read the fine print before you fill out the agreement,
Satan wants your soul and you’ll give it gladly—
Because I love you on your hands and knees,
I put a gold ring on your finger and a collar around your neck
To lead you around on a leash,
Heraclitus and Lao Tzu were hanging out in the bar
When you and your three weird sisters came in already drunk and loud,
Crying out with no eyes, bleeding from the temples in torn lingerie—
She’s got a face like mud and a body like a toy,
If she showed up at my door in rags I’d take her back—
She’s a blond like no other, not a Jew or a Turk,
Not a resurrected Armenian, Gorky confused,
Adopting the pseudonym of Alexei Maximovich Peshkov
And then claiming to be his cousin until his barn burned down
And he cracked up seeing the ghosts of his dead relatives
Rising in the smoke and Matta fucking his wife
The way Reggie Bush would dog Kim Kardashian decades later
Splashing his cum in her face and making her famous,
This blonde I adore dyed her hair purple and danced like a nymph
At Apollo’s wedding with garland in her hair
And Socialist Realism in the air, the brunette standing next her
The love of my life from another lifetime,
Though I confuse them in the dark, one is tight and one is not—
She’s a very special blonde, naked and charming
But when she takes her makeup of she’s an empty shell of herself,
One of the undead that even a bullet to the head won’t stop,
Her long, thin legs as creamy as pie,
I’m dreaming of your love and your skull exploding
And the revolution you started that was your gift to me—