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REPORT FROM LOVELAND
First you like your neighbor,
You have a friendly chat;
Then you are inquisitive,
You begin to compare;
After that you are disturbed
By a lack of harmony;
You hate your neighbor,
Because there are too many mosquitoes in your house.
How silly it is to have a territory in love.
The trouble with you is
That you have forgotten your husband;
The trouble with you is,
You have forgotten your wife.
"Oh this love of datura
It's killing me
But I like it
I would like to keep on with it-
One late night
Drove home
Having been loved
Oh how terrible to be at home
It's chilly
Unfriendly
Feels guilty
But angry
Household articles
Begin to talk to me
My past
My home affairs
My love affair
My wife my husband
Oh shut up!
It's none of your business
You stove
Just get out out of my way
You rug
Make yourself invisible
I'm not going to tidy you people up
But
But
But
It's my home
I always want to have a home to come back to
Hell on earth
Hungry ghost
Jealous gods
Human passion
Euphoria of the gods
Stupor of the animals
I thought I was having fun
I'm so innocent
If only I could be with my lover
Nothing would matter
But
The past is haunting me
If I could live in the present
Constant fountain of romance
Nothing would matter
How foolish
How stupid-
Maybe how fantastic."
It all boils down to
Rotten fish beef stew gone bad,
Before we imitate the cuckoos or the pigeons,
We had better think twice
Or thrice
8 July 1975
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