The Stony Hell Inside

I know the painful bastards every day who groan their heads into their asses inside inside, become the envelopment of the pain around them, for whom the contorted cram inside inside themselves, fists up shitting ass holes, in the escape, the wretched envelope of stone to climb, the stony hell inside inside. I know the straining virgins every day who laugh their teeth into their ears inside inside, become the envelopment of the strain around them, for whom the gnawing teeth inside inside themselves, words down regurgitating windpipes, is the escape, the grim envelope of jokes to crack, the stony grin inside inside. I know each can never feel their hell, so I am none of either.

April 1971