Be My Karla Poem by Kevin Patrick

Ersatz- that's what the average girls are at
Levi jeans on the rack, that multiplies on stack
Without distinction or uniqueness, to fit my peculiarness
Need lady to attire with my love for barbed wire
With a razor sharp elegance, direct with good performance

Need a girl who can handle my arsonist streak
A companion comprehending of my elegant flake
Someone with an edge, who's been close to the ledge
Who's wanted to jump, or push someone off
Without justification, or no pause for hesitation

I wanna girl whose dynamite thrill
Not afraid to bask in screaming
Anytime you kill her dreaming
Who gets kicks in urban cynics,
and beats on fanatical romantics
Pathologically navel gazing inside of her ennui
And engage without recoil the darkness in her nature

What I want is a Karla,
a merry go around Karla
Like an antique Victorian freak show zoo
Lobotomised empathetically, accept for her hair do
Who's got more excitement than a jumping kangaroo
And is more frivolously batty, than veteran city cabby
Who Sees through my insanity as a cover my sensitivity

Be My Karla Baby, Be my lovely chaos bride
I want your darling ivy, to wash my mildew mind
Be my psycho Barbie doll honey, and hold me on the line
Be my liquorice astringent, my sweat pea of cyanide
Not a gothic queen exploiter, or candy bar princes,
but a girl who ware's conventional as masquerade Jeffrey Dahmer

I only have eyes for a girl who's a shark
Who look's good in Suzie shears and likes a good lark
Down at the park, we go on the prowl for our hunt,
shopping for roommates, well discount good rates
We can keep their shirt tags in the back of the closet
as little souvenirs for our intimate resituates.

Cruise suburban wastelands, at the pulpit of the streets.
Exchanging our charades on a continual day.
Behind tinted windows, self glowing in our amusements
In search of a new bone that we can take back to our home
And play for the week until it dissipates fat and smells like dead rats.

I want to wake up to you and smile without fear,
of seen the monster inside of your view
And know deep down, were two of a kind
Cause monsters need lovers in the dead of night
Keeping our secrets which are dirtier than infants
Behind a steel rimmed vault which cannot move a hulk

I wanna girl to be my Karla, my lovely belladonna flower
Who stings if you touch her, in a way that's improper
Whose got a laugh as Beelzebub, sprinkled with holy water
A twisted Media, who can bait you with tetanus
If you reproach her unkindly, she'll drown her own children

My debaucheries débutante my salacious succumbs
A nerid ferocious, who gets all atrocious
at the thought of a little polythene tenderness
A shape shifting vamp, who's a homage to Lilith
A masquerading dame who's a cold silent flame

I want a girl that is real, and not fake on reprieving
the wardrobe of daemons which she tries to repress,
without little avail, and which bottles her madness,
and leaves her distressing like a parched iguana waiting
for a meal that doesn't come if she doesn't strike first.

Be my Karla Baby, be my darling chaos bride.