You want me
to be the saint in your cave
Weeping
over memories
Meditating over pain in your garden
Sleeping in
your dreamy tower
Praying to fragility
and love
Fuck that, I
prefer to dress up and scream!
Into
the noise of a metro station
A night
club, a bar, dancing out loud
I belong to
the lightbulbs, traffic
Messy human
friction
Let me throw
a punch at your face
Let me kick
the clock right out of your tower
I do not
belong there
Death to hazy poems
Death to the daydream
I belong to the pulsating bloodlines of life
