I live inside of a machine <br />or machines. Every time one <br />goes off another starts. Why <br />don’t I go outside and sleep <br />on the ground. It is because <br />I’m scared of the open night <br />and stars looking down at me <br />as God’s eyes, full of questions; <br />and when I do sleep out alone <br />I wake up soaking wet <br />with the dew-fall and am <br />being snuffed at by a female fox <br />who stinks from being skunked. <br />Also there are carrion insects <br />climbing my private parts. Therefore <br />I would find shelter in houses, <br />rented or owned. Anything that money <br />can build or buy is better than <br />the nothing of the sky at night, <br />the stars being the visible past.<br /><br />Alan Dugan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/on-being-a-householder-2/
