Reading

reading
Alice Miller’s
The Truth Will Set You Free
and
Morrison’s
Resurrection of Ra’s Al Ghul

napping
waking from the napping
and returning
to hunger and a
dubstep soreness
thinking
what a good time is
had just by going out
dancing how
unrestrained to be
the insanest one there…
if only they would’ve
busted loose like that
it would’ve been…
a hardcore show

the word of the day is…
I remember back in
the day watching a kid’s
program like on DC 20
they’d rock the alphabet
like that and lick the
wounds of illiteracy
illigitimate child…
the theme ongoing is…
mortality/immortality

you’re revived at
the Lazarus Pits
you reak havoc
over hundreds of
years
doing your part
to bring
the population down

you wake up on
a dead rock floating
in open space
jump up from it
return to lotus posture
under a dying tree
you can’t save
but sweet talk
“don’t worry, I’m gonna
find a way…”

but you don’t
and I watch you fail
and scream and wail

I lose it
fucking lose it
at that point
open the
gates

knowledge
of what is good
and evil
is
sacred

and remains so