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o'marina, an open love letter

robert smith

is it sheer audacity and conviction
or flood lights, moma money, publicity and a flickr page for visitor participation?
  now that marina has gone i've thought about all the things i should have done

instead i carried a boy home
one of the first boys i noticed in new york

like all of the boys he either disappeared
i fucked him and now he hates me
he wouldn't let me fuck him and now i hate him
or he just got older
and we all got uglier

he was in the bar, wearing sunglasses

he's on drugs or missing an eye

i brought him home simply bc we were the last 2 standing

in my room i ask him if he has any and of course he does
i roll up ure baby picture

now it takes a pin in each corner to rest flat against my wall

in my bed i feel around his body
there are hard bumps all over his shaved head
without asking he says calcium deposits
but i think: is this where everything goes?

my fingers feel if i should flip him over or sit on top
and of course
with his legs over my shoulders is how it ends up
to make you say i love you i've tried ev'rything

it is a public experiment
i do it in the light of day
i invite people to come
and i use a guitar amp and microphone

i've chased u 'round the table/i've touched ure head
all the boys are suddenly talking about killing or being killed
but when he died i'm not sure who did the killing
i'd like to think it was on purpose cos otherwise it's a mistake
and i don't do regret

there are things i never got to show him that i would like to show u

how can i get ure attention?

sheer audacity and conviction
or flood lights, moma money, publicity and a flickr page for visitor participation?