Morning Of The Night

I found a cube for myself. Finally. A beach, a sound, some darkness For myself.

I have a cat jumping On bended palms. Road to salt and sand. Lights flickering like insects Utter darkness For myself.

I got a school of scotch Atop my arms Paste of smothered ants. Harmonica squeals in her breast, 'neath a Cigarette. For myself.

I hear a sun scream. Under the salt it rests, An oblivious Rooster with its neck. A sound I wanted For myself.

I have a green smoke It flows down the rope, Scares a scarlet fishermen's nest. Ugliest sanity For myself.

I see bearded men Light upon their shells. Rebel I, with drunken tins Making love off rinsing shins. Only for myself.