4 Houellebecqian love poems

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Vacations
I went on holiday with my 10-year-old son
We stayed in a shitty hostel in the Alps.
It rained almost every day
And neither of us could think of anything much to say.
We stuck it out for a week and then
Decided to cut our losses and go home.
It was the best time we ever had together.

Love, Love
In a porn cinema, wheezing pensioners
Discrete, secrete, excrete.
This is as close to love
As any of us are likely to get.

Consumption
I could hear stumps rubbing
The amputated man next door.
Upstairs the blood of disembowelled neighbours
Runs through runnels down the corridor.
The concierge grumbles and watches TV.
It would all have been different
If I had bought some furniture.
Maybe tomorrow. I add washing up liquid
To the list of things I’m not going to buy.
I know I’m human because I want to die.

LOVE (true)
the way the piss splatters in the bucket
the way the vomit stains the rug
the way the cat anoints her litter
with amonia sweet & bowl mud
the way the armpit reeks at evening
the way that semen dries like glue
the way mucus clogs our senses
that's the way I love you