The Body Is A Damn

Even So, I Must Admire Your Skill. You Are So Gracefully Insane.

Women Tell Time By The Body. They Are Like Clocks. They Are Always Fastened To The Earth, Listening For Its Small Animal Noises.

I Was Only Sitting Here In My White Study With The Awful Black Words Pushing Me Around.

I Leave You, Home, When I'm Ripped From The Doorstep By Commerce Or Fate. Then I Submit To The Awful Subway Of The World.

Blue Eyes Wash Off Sometimes.