Anniversary
by Kurai (Jan 1999)

closets have gowns
so throw them open, for our corpse
is four years old
let's celebrate, anniversary
let's celebrate, anniversary
she has eyes that roll like pinballs
rolling to match the dress
rebirth in the same womb
rebirth always is the same..
you upset me with reminders.
lets celebrate, anniversary
it's rice again for dinner
a whirlwind of rice, a storm of rice
a typhoon white
to match the creamy cake...
closets have gowns
strip the 'l's from every dictionary
i'll have no definition, but..
on love:
the deep are always drowned
and diving in is suicide.
diamonds are formed
from bony lover friction.
nothing but animalistic infatuation.
lets celebrate, anniversary
***end