Reality today is a sunless chasm br Impossible to climb, br A smooth wall smeared with grease, br A punishment from trickster gods br Exiled from ancient Greece… br br Love parades in gaudy clothes br But exits before minute and meaningful pleasure, br Everything is a Judas kiss br Inviting a slow walk and a crucifix. br br But if you lift your skirt, br I’ll do my best to make things fit, br I’ll be imaginative and elaborate br In mingling the poisons I secrete br In this treacherous existence.