POEM

This is your home

Abuse it wisely

Forget everything you know about air-conditioning

Nature seeks an audience with

A variety of slogans

I can eat pussy with the best of them

A trap is set for you to dissolve

These days, these days are my true

Monitored slowly bruise

Motion denied

Flutters to the ground

Stripped of artifice, the lesser for it

Illusion is better than possible

Light slides in

Like water under the door

Symmetry through the ordeal

Lets off steam

You're everywhere