Perhaps now I should sleep. For I am
so very, very tired
There is a chance, indeed, that I should
let go.
Daylight no longer holds the
essence
Of chest beating excitement and
dilated eyes
That has been delegated to run
rampant
In the certainty of my own solitude
My strive for candour deflates my
twitching ego
To drag itself along the pavement
at dawn
Leaking orgone fluid in university
vestibules
And shits synapse of self-deprecation.
The closed bracket is reflected, left open
A temporary city stalks my
monolithic gaze
The fear in my blood flees for my
gullet
And comes finally to rest like
buckshot in my gut
Ruptured for a lack of organisation
and apology
