“to lick your heart and taste your soul” (Scar Tissue – Red Hot Chilli Peppers)
he a-a-ate your Warhol heart
[just another 2.0 breakfast at Tiffany’s]
he a-a-ate your Quentin brain
[tasted like a 3D slice of Mickey & Mallory]
he a-a-ate your Fiscus heart
your henrymiller heart
his Kubrick teeth turned from perfect white to kinda smart
his LaChapelle eyes turned from kinda blue to kinda pop–art
i could really swear on all those Kandinsky feardropz you shed
that while you were rollercoasting Bosch’s monsters in your head
his bernsteinwoodward throat swallowed your h–h–h–h–h–h–heart.
he ate your heart, he’s a wonderful monster
[it was just another Truman’s breakfast at Tiffany’s]
he ate your brain, he’s a beautiful monster
[it tasted just like a slice of Kurt’s Pennyroyal Tea].