The Place I Live In Is A

I Would Like A Simple Life / Yet All Night I Am Laying / Poems Away In A Long Box.

Even Without Wars, Life Is Dangerous.

The Boys And Girls Are One Tonight. They Unbutton Blouses. They Unzip Flies. They Take Off Shoes. They Turn Off The Light. The Glimmering Creatures Are Full Of Lies. They Are Eating Each Other. They Are Overfed. At Night, Alone, I Marry The Bed.

Dead Drunk Is The Term I Think Of, Insensible, Neither Cool Nor Warm, Without A Head Or A Foot. To Be Drunk Is To Be Intimate With A Fool.

My Mouth Blooms Like A Cut.