diogones

and nothing and

nothing and then ten
below zero at five thirty in the morning

  

no FOR or AGAINST

no TOWARDS or AWAY

  

am just trying to remember how to

breathe and how to be

am through believing in gods

in heroes

am moving from room to room
with absolute clarity and i  

need a gun or a window or the

doorway to a different kingdom

need to be a fist

a believer in those happy

days of open wounds

a priest waiting to

fuck or be fucked

  

i would give you hope if i could

just for the pleasure of
taking it away again