I am beautiful,
an idea, a color
a presence I am emotion
I am a person a whisper in the dark
a bursting rupturing feeling outpouring
a shiver a smile
beauty is a busted spleen,
waiting in the dark with a baseball bat and
a cigarillo puffing slowly
waiting to jump up and whack you with
reality and all of these things and
people and places pretending to
beauty hurts, it hurts like hell,
it's a painful thing, a painful event,
you turn the corner and bam you got
a big wooden stick in your gut and the
stick doesn't care.
I am beauty, so are you.

I am tao
I am beauty
I am nothing.
beauty is nothing and
that's why it
hurts so well.
Today I feel electric grey
I hope tomorrow, neon black