i never sought
a juliet capulet
preferring to pen
tragedies of my own
less shakespearian
and more hastily
stitched together
with safety pins

they romanticize
sid and nancy
as if they were
anything more than
strung out junkies
with an indecent
amount of sudden
undeserved fame

true love is when
lux looked at ivy
microphone jammed
in his mouth as
she bent notes to
her indomitable will

or how joey always
loved johnny’s girl
while penning odes
to unrequited desire
which is infinitely
more tragic than two
dumbfucks who couldn’t
even coordinate an end