As lonely as a poet on the wall of Jericho   Or the moon without the comfort of the stars   I am loathe to know it that a man without a soul   Is nothing but a split canopic jar      I proved it, improved it   Drove a sonnet right through it   And in this state of bliss   Evil kissed with wet lips   Pen-filled fingertips   Which drew me, for through me   Illuminati usually pissed   But with words of some hurts worth   I threw a party that extended God’s list      Exciting new flames that my face would claim for me   Reciting back the almanac of travesties      They call me bad   Mad Caliban with manner   Dangerous to know   A passing fad   Taught in all debauch I excess and in canto      Grown wild this childe   Whole harems defiled   Faustina’s and Mina’s   Lady Libertine and her sisters between her      What spread of lies arise when lovers die   Which circle of hell is mine when I arrive?      They call me bad   Mad Caliban with manners   Dangerous to know   A passing fad   Taught in all debauch   Crow against the virgin snow      Grown colder, my shoulder   Like a boulder beside her   And bolder, not wiser   My dark seed took up root inside he   That mouldered, where older      Beddings would hold a passionate sigh   But laudanum and soda   Lord Numb coda   Merited a forest of inherited spite      Fleeing grief for foreign maps   I still played vampire aristocrat   Unloading my gun in hot, promiscuous laps      Then shooting swans in a gondola   I tripped my foot on a falled star   And there’s nothing like a mouthful of Venetian tar   To let you know just who you fucking are      The patron saint of heartache      Ever after, can they hear my laughter?      The patrons saint of heartache      Never craft a better bed of disaster...      The patron saint of heartache      They call me bad   Made Caliban with manners   Dangerous to know   A passing fad   Taught in all debauch   In excess and in canto      They call me bad   Mad Caliban with manners   Dangerious to know   A passing fad   Whereupron I tell them   To go fuck their mothers   As so...   On my grave