I am feeding from the trough filled with books of poems, at sundown.

They are all here. My carbs, my protiens, my vitamins, my nurses, male and female.

I am yet to decide who will be my girlfriend. Some of these girls are - god -

damn crazy! I love them all! Their tongues drip sweet, sour and bitter

over mine. And the boys? The rascal gods keep grinning. Everything else? - Just breath.

Even stars. Even tears. I breathe what they breathe. My whole being resides here

Hunched over this stack. Our spines, now shot with sun, are pulsing!