Hello, I am Boy.
Manhood in a Rubber Suit.
A long silent Scream
from my Liver
enters my Heart
and says, have you Eaten Love
for Breakfast; have you drunk
from the Formless Cup of Color?
And I remembered that
the Driver of this Car,
This Vehicle I love,
must be massaged
nourished
cared-for
Before the Exhausting
Typhoon of the
Early-Morning
Sun
