The Heaven I Hate

When I cannot smell my foul sweat, What shall I do with smell so sweet? I had bent too much to be right And I want it still to new height. Are there muddy fields I could play? Are there messes that bring me may On cursing and cleaning them? I've longed to gather in mayhem. I know my mother was a liar Her lips always smiled in hunger. I must see my nose-picking son He'd two things - lie and awesome. Dear Lord! I was your hand work too Should there be my heaven, if no I ask my hell that I've dwelled there And burn all my days with my dears. 1 Sept, 2018