The Bearded Clam

 
 
Do not waste time on rhymes nor distant seasons
doors of equatorial pleasure.
 
Indian women are pure and clean their
vagina's  placid homes for lonely cocks tired
of masturbating in dingy restrooms.
 
Let your voice be heard in the fields, canyons,
quiet meadows and soft valleys.
Home of the  morning, of the afternoon,
of bee's nectar, drops of sticky sunlight.
 
Ants make slaves of aphids; Man makes slaves of man.
Do not waste time on timid nights of
coupling under sheets of clouds. The America bedroom.
Voices/missions/ mansions in the desert of America.
 
Do not waste time studying your spouse. Free your children
with fire. Give the river the death it wants-
but not your soul.
 
God makes the world a nightmare so people will
realize they are alive but never far from death.