Adam & Eve. The Serpent Cracked The

I Want To Be A Poet, From Head To Toe, Living And Dying By Poetry.

Relish The Fresh Landscape Of My Wound, Break Rushes And Delicate Rivulets, Drink Blood Poured On Honeyed Thigh.

The Two Elements The Traveler First Captures In The Big City Are Extra Human Architecture And Furious Rhythm. Geometry And Anguish.

The Wounds Were Burning Like Suns At Five In The Afternoon, And The Crowd Broke The Windows At Five In The Afternoon. Ah, That Fatal Five In The Afternoon! It Was Five By All The Clocks! It Was Five In The Shade Of The Afternoon!

My Head Is Full Of Fire And Grief And My Tongue Runs Wild, Pierced With Shards Of Glass.