This house is too neat

I learnt more about myself

When I lived in hovels

Surrounded by demons and cannibals

There was a place I had or was lent to live in

A place as strange as Hieronymus Bosch

I had to crawl over a thousand years

Of crap to sleep on my pissed on mattress

The kitchen darker than any hell

The shower a disintegration of man’s inhumanity to man

The garden a jungle , forest thick with the refuse of wealth

Left abandoned as sculptures to Westinghouse

The humans if that’s what they were I never saw

They were the ghosts of sorrow and laughter was more a nervous mistake than real

Once we were lions , now we are just shadows of temples we were meant to be

Later I would find a new home with Anita and her pussy

Being an animal lover how could I resist