Emerald As Heavy As A Golf Course,

I Am Not At Home In Myself. I Am My Own Stranger.

The Place I Live In Is A Kind Of Maze And I Keep Seeking The Exit Or The Home.

She Is So Naked And Singular. She Is The Sum Of Yourself And Your Dream. Climb Her Like A Monument, Step After Step. She Is Solid.

I Have A Black Look I Do Not Like. It Is A Mask I Try On. I Migrate Toward It And Its Frog Sits On My Lips And Defecates.

Put Your Ear Down Close To Your Soul And Listen Hard.