i think the world is
divided into two camps
those who want to
protest
and those
who want to
sleep

i want to
protest
while i sleep
conquering
quiet terror
at 3am

the reality is
i’m just planting seeds of
temptation and chance
slowly distancing
exclamations of fire
under an artificial sun

heart dance
in an impulsive puzzle
desire penetrates a depressed light
as divided souls
march towards moments
of human welfare
uncertain and empty
the soldiers of moonlight
laugh at all these
classical distractions

never surrender to civility
resist all ism’s
the energy of revolution
lies hidden
in networks of love

as for me
i’ll continue to exist
in the pornography of
artistic creation
fed on a diet
of eccentric words
reluctant and
semi-insane