THE HELL WITH HOPE For Sue Findlay

Hope, as I dip in suicide,
For why hope? For all my loves have died,
Patient, as my hopeful masturbating, passion time,
As I only twirl down into hell’s slime,
Suicidal bastard tasting passionate pain,
I highly hope with nothing to gain,
Into that twisting-turning passion,
Finding lusty love and wanting fornication,
And caring and loving for a while,
But it is only a jovial, beguiling trial,
Patients; Hopefulness; Hellish hide-way,
Lusty I am, I hope death dips my bastardly, love and caring today,
A poor bastard in time’s hellish slime of suicidal, fornicating passion,
In dying love and hopeless, beguilingful masturbating.

Theodore Arthur Pinnock
July 28, 19080