IN WHICH I WALLOW
I HAVE POCKETS OF LUST
BUT THEY’RE LINED WITH DUST
I HAVE BOXES OF DIRT
AND HATFULS OF HURT
SWIMMING POOLS OF SHAME
AND PACKETS OF PAIN
I HAVE ACRES OF ACHE
AND A SMIDGEN OF HATE
I HAVE A BARREL OF BITTERNESS
AND A LORRYLOAD OF LONELINESS
BUT MY LARDER OF LOVE
IS BARE!
MUDCROW
NOVEMBER 11 1998
