Love Poems 5, 6 & 7 by "The Great" Johnny $carlotti
Joyless House is... overjoyed to bring back one of our favorite writers. Lest there be any doubt about where we stand on the new cultural squeamishness that is gripping the world of literature, we give you: the reigning laureate of sleaze-trash, the maestro of murderous mayhem, the violentest poet on Earth.... ah but a poet is a poet after all. And spring is the season of love. So down on all fours then, like a good dog, and receive the season's tenderness.
3 More Love Poems from Johnny $carlotti:
She doesn't love me
i am so in love with her...
gettin really deeep rest
can't get out of bed
feeling weak, sick, pathetic
now i can't sleep
put 10 fingers of whiskey down my throat
got the spins
i'm puking my guts out into a bucket
i will get up
and kill everyone
if that means we could be lovers
i'd kill all the trees and animals and aliens
if that means i could have you
even for just one hour
then i'd kill us both too
if that were the only way
i would sacrifice everything
U hate me.
i hate myself too. :)
it's said you can't be friends with someone
without something substantial in common...
become good friends.
even great lovers. :)
i love her so much if she were to die i would just report her missing.
i wouldn't give her to them.
(SHE'S FUCKING MINE!)
i would continue to cuddle her.
to kiss her.
to sleep with her.
i know some people would think this creepy but
they don't know what love is.