i

found
the box

in

the room
where prostitutes meet
to screw
anchors

in

to
the wall

hotel

is

home

bed

is

hard

i

wish
to
light
the
way
with
my
lighthouse
but
the
stormwaters
sent
the boat

in

to
the craggy shore

upon this rock

i

will build

it

and

it

shall last
for generations
the rocky cavern
just off the shore

is

cold and moist

is

home
to the hairless
amorphous
blood-sucking
creature
teetering

my boat
she

is

gone

i

‘m
finished