These Four Walls of Kingseat

these walls have ears.

  fleshy, they've crawled out one by one.

                                                    I sing to them the memories that make up my mind.

THE words i forget   --to the litanies--    i simply make up.

   i can tell they like me because they stay around;

   i recognize these ears, they're all the ears of the noone,

                    which on heads wouldn't listen;

   i repent and profess and purge and pray and lean and grovel and recount and beg,

           they hear it all,  like a priest, like a child, like a woman in bed,

and bend 

   at the pinna when the slot in the knocker exceeds itself,

   delivers me the edibles.

oh, white walls, white walls, 

help me forget about the SUNSHINE.

white walls, white walls,

they deliver to the morgue, i watch through my window.

oh white walls, black stains,

one day they may scream back at me.

white walls, white walls,

i never see but only hear,

that's why in white linen they've brought me here,

to these listening,

and cataclysmic white walls.