28 September 2011

keeping my head
down, trying to figure out
how to live
always in that moment
that line, that phrase
that state of rage which can not be explained
by soft and feral sounds
beneath 4 a.m. velvet


it might sound romantic
or noble even
when you read it here
but trust me
it's nothing like that
inside the cage
the thin wooden perch swinging
a little
as if
there is something to look forward to
or at least one thing
worth remembering