i never knew i wasn't meant to win,
still ain't supposed to
...standing there naked with a sheen on my second skin
..............and a bloody mouth.
the mad gods conspired against me,
so now i shave with a dull
razor and no mirror
...at 4 in the morning i become a crazed animal
..........................................frothing at the fists,
...................as something more than glory bobs ahead of my nose.
it's true i'm tired, exhausted from sleeping,
........................................................and slitting my
wrists.
........at dawn the scientists dance, and the poets contemplate

the mysteries of sobriety.
.................but i'm fighting,
........................................wrestling with ravens,
........................................................i'm still alive.
....................................trying for that dangling puppet, i know
the truth,
.........but i want to be dense, and thick,
and stubborn,
...........................................because i can, and because i need
a reason
........................................................................to
fly
before the scholars reclaim what never left.
.........i won't stop until i do, now that my sight is clear
......................................................................all it
needed was a little logical obscurity
........................................................and a breath of
passion.