You have no right to seat me!
have you no shame
any shame at all
at all times ashamed
body mother
and mind mother
have dragged me to a pond
the want happens here
I promise to pretend to be true
the head looks into the water
while the brain is occupied otherwise
no matter
the moon is crazy and unattractive
the exchange of niceties
is a projection
of the impoverished
their urge for achievement
it isolates us even more than hostility
there sits an untouchable
sits down by the pond in the moonshine
condemns herself–
don’t be a snob
find a home in alienation.