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.