to shutter.

the world is wars.
the world is wars.
the world is rivers dumped upon by stifling filth.
the world is the the humor
of dreams
and to dream at all
is the humor of the world
the world is I
so very
scattered and
polluted and
more than anything
humorous.
heart  squashingly
promiscuous
grotesquely
ungracious
let me have
no lovers
no one
let me have
no poems
not one
no perfumes
and silk night gowns
no moonlight sonata
not balm and comfort
and clean rivers
of weep
the world is wars
why should I have
any?