This dark and tight body
is that what I am?
My mind looking for reasons
or my body tryina be me?
Shackletight whalebone cage made of ribs and muscle and fat containing light that is the strange
dark and tight body
of me looking for me in all the wrong places.

This is the noughties, Kerouac! The 3rd millennium! These are our bodies, free and hot!
Sex and drugs - all right I'm there! No sins, no guilt - hey we're PC! And the only bogeyman and ghost of morals past is the one that hangs above your head knifesharp swordthin and will cut your hair below the scalp
if you say forbidden words
- CUNT -
unless you know the ROAD it leads you fucking nowhere Kerouac and if I sit on my ass till it runs over the edge of my table I will always be
shackleboned and strange
in my dark and tight body.