hardcore

the darker the night, the easier

it is to count stars of the milky-way,

easier to see angels dancing in the

windows of heaven. the darker the

night, the easier it is to do things

you might not otherwise do, easier

to be a stranger, easier to live in

the shadows, easier to be stabbed

in the back. it’s never been dark

enough for me. i say it’s so to be

left alone. the darkness of a modern

world in america is no place for me.

my needs have nothing to do

with greed. i have not pledged

allegiance to the light of freedom.

the darker the night the easier it

is for me to breathe like buddha, to

have thomas paine logic and saint

john of the cross dreams. i’ve lived

in the brilliance of high noon. it left

the pornography of my soul empty.

 

 

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