Having my way with Ulysses

My ear against the wall to hear.

All day I hear the noise of waters Making moan, Sad as the sea-bird is when, going Forth alone,He hears the winds cry to the water's Monotone. The grey winds, the cold winds are blowing Where I go. I hear the noise of many waters Far below. All day, all night, I hear them flowing To and fro.4:34 pm



Chamber music: a book of poems I read once by Paul de Kock.  As good as piss and a relief when done.  She’s probably peeing now.  Hisss.  Now.  Tinkle inkleinkle persec persec. Before the knock a cock cock on her door.  Making chamber music.  Fill me, I am warm, dark, open.  Acoustics best with an empty vessel.  Water doesn’t absorb sound.  Music underwater goes for miles; if we were drowning I’d hear her now.