Snail

Snail

A giant snail to whose womb deformed men crawl and men finely formed stroll protrudes its tenacles (Come home; come home) and touches you through your eyes, grabs you through your ears, and turns your inside out. I am snail-gel, a protoplasmic phlegm, come to infect you all with a longing similar to my own for the abysmal resources of the real. It’s about time; it is round about; it is energy and the backwash of energy, the force of utterance and the force of entrance.

13 March 1983, San Diego