Reaching for My Head - Soylent Green

Too many books, too many rooks
to fill these empty nooks. They are too square
To put them there
or in any other mind landfill
around

The dogs are weeping
Cats are screaming
wilting cocks are seeping
here

sleep is a dream
there

where
elevators
only go up

The horses steaming, the hunt is over,
nothing left to kill in Dover
sup at the stuff left over.
Mad cows and lovely sowes are coming over!