The Day Of Fire Is

Letters Are False Really - They Are Expressions Of The Way You Wish You Were Instead Of The Way You Are.

Earth, Earthriding Your Merry-go-roundtoward Extinction,right To The Rootsthickening The Oceans Like Gravy,festering In Your Caves,you Are Becoming A Latrine.

When I Lie Down To Love, Old Dwarf Heart Shakes Her Head. Like An Imbecile She Was Born Old.

Home Is My Bethlehem, My Succoring Shelter, My Mental Hospital, My Wife, My Dam, My Husband, My Sir, My Womb, My Skull.

There Is An Animal Inside Me, Clutching Fast To My Heart, A Huge Crab.