My yurt or yours?

I want to crawl into an unmade bed
And smoke cigarette butts
And listen to Leonard Cohen
And scratch my balls
And make random long distance telephone calls
And kick my shoes out of reach
And recount the 35 ceiling tiles
And make my nipples hard
And try to remember the title of that book
And fall asleep on the cool side of the pillow.

There is no heaven
There is no hell
There is no milk
There is nothing like a dame.