Immortality
In 5 tall manic stacks
On the floor.
Locked in a
**** apartment
For a year
Forgetting the world
Discovering
The line.
They scar the soul.
They harden you.
They rip the *******
From your skull.
They get you ready
For what slithers
Out
There.
I often think about
All these books
Sitting neatly on a shelf
In a warm home
While I lie next to
A warm woman
One leg thrown over
Her soft ***
Forgetting that the books
Are even there.