Lumberjack’s whore! What the fuck are you snickering at in your frayed housecoat and raggedy slippers,

Counting on your nine fingers the numbers of charges you have left in your tube of mace before you tell us “Let’s go down into the basement

And put a quarter in the old soft bed and dance around like the drunken captain of an oil tanker that has run aground while no one was at the helm.

Dig into me as soon and as often as the pilot of a sea plane

Who hears the sound of his turbines dying because his fuel has leaked out firing the horizon with a trail of green vapor

Until like a syphilitic who likes to be jerked off with a rabbit pressed up against his cock

Every stroke inside of me makes you conceive of recipes for cooking your hat, followed by tea and cakes

While some monkey-man goes around with an accordion, collecting pocket change with his sassy smile.

Three thousand psychic hotline subscribers per hour leave their dried out pocket watches

In the fireplace: Have you forgotten? Tell me again how you came to know

The inner workings of the superintendent’s mind. I fall alongside the Autumn timber

And I will pump the life out of you with my world of trampolines!

Souviens-toi! Remember! Write a piano concerto! Pull me to your breast as your own!

—Mongo tells me he hears oysters singing of our fucking along the bottom of the ocean.

These small voices will mumble more songs over their pearls of our follies on my trundle bed, but only those forced to walk the gang plank will get to hear them!

Damn the fool who steps out off that board before strapping to himself an extra diary to write down their lyrics of my conquests!

Have you forgotten that the Weather is an avid gambler

Who wins the fur off the backs of young wolves?! Explain to me how this could be legal

In this day and age. I am of the belief that the Night deals him cards meant for the pups. Remember this!

Tonto will ring in the hour when God himself arrives to direct traffic

To where the loggers have found an immense and verdant forest worthy of them at the end of the ancient world

Where the madam is a mother superior who welcomes them to the ultimate whorehouse

Where they will all tell her: It is too late Mother Gatekeeper,

To arrive here we‘ve had to chop down every tree!