Once upon an
ancient
acnient
chinese womans
rounded
roudned
dry wrinkled belly
them us in expectance
some restrained
waiting for entrance
and then i came inside
into a place with walls and selves
heat
rising
from
boiling blood
saw walls with faces and colors and
edges swimming at me and smiling at
and i knew i could take
these walls and
tear them down and
lick
them and scribbled on them with
yellow crayon and it would be
alright
because this was my house that
i had been in for my
entire life
and it was wide
we were in the house
but WE took a will actually
coming into the whole
thing
of the house
we just stood and stared at the
walls tasting the walls loving the
walls hating the walls lusting for
the walls
being the walls
every wall and different mood and
chinese walls abstract walls walls
full of god walls full of
walls full spit
red walls
and little bits of mirror with
blue velvet so my reflection
was soft and deep
faintly is the smell of
cigarete
smoke floating
around
and
annoying
unannoying
and we became the house
and everything was
right