Population explosion,
Violent horrors,
Moral ailments,
Concede genitals and genitalia
Was hoping you would call
And when you did
Could not quite take myself
From laying in bed
Under cotton sheets
Cigarette in hand
Utterly alone happily
Romancing knowledge.
I DO NOT KNOW A THING!
Do I even know now how it felt
Staring at distant lamp posts
In a man's bed,
Thinking about venturing to the ocean on foot
Just to see, breathe, taste, feel, hear
Something N E W
I do not want to know this
Living twenty blocks from the Pacific now
I dream of cricket orchestras
I sleep in no one's bed other than my own
And I concentrate sexual impulses
Into the silence you hear
High in desert mountain ranges
A DEAFENING VOID OF PLEASURE
