From "Peoms (sic)."

There's a cat on my roof
and he knows the truth
but it's hot up there
so I sit in my chair.
The smoke from the incense dances and twirls.
Silent faces stare from my walls.
And it's dark - but it's light
and the books take to flight.
Solitude bludgeons me -
too graceless to knife.

FRENZY! String up the elves.
FRENZY! Hold up the shells
to your ears
and hear
the sea
liquid heaven
take me now.