I would like a simple life
Yet all night I am laying
Poems away in a long box.

It is my immortality box,
My lay-away plan,
my coffin.

        THE AMBITION BIRD

Birds turn into plumber’s tools,
A sonnet turns into a dirty joke,
A wind turns into a tracheotomy,
A boat turns into a corpse,
A ribbon turns into a noose.

        THE HEX