If I should go to prison.

If I should go to prison and they take all of my hard work away
wrap my ashes in a glossy girly magazine and bury them at the crossroads.
If I should go to prison where the moon shuts itself away in the grubby toilets and weeps  for the inmates
be sure to keep watch for the black coach and horses that come to carry away my soul.
If I should go to prison let the cat stare through the prison bars like she always does when I’m at home.
If I should be led into prison along the black carpet into the curse of my fathers
give my loneliness to the gravedigger and my dreams to the wild demon.
If I should go to prison where they say I have always belonged
give my shadow to the devil in the clock tower where it can hang in the dust.
I am on trial for looking at pornography and my heart is crushed and broken.

Once when I was a foolish man I trusted myself with pornography. I said to myself I live at the bottom of the heap so let me look at its fruit. I said to myself I am like a featherless phoenix that is going blind let me see into the world before darkness overtakes me. The tree of pornography that grew in the fields outside of the garden of paradise; I looked into the heart of the tree and saw children drowning and women burning and men sleepwalking. I made for myself the chains that bound me. I did not go begging anymore for love and love looked on with exceptional displeasure.