Burning in Water, Drowning in Flame

some people never go crazy.

what truly horrible lives

they must lead.

because he doesn’t give anything

no light

no love

no laughter no learning

nothing to

remember

the way of this one sickens me

he brings me sorrow when I have sorrow

he brings me madness when I have madness

I am a selfish man

he useless years

the useless loves

and they ask us,

why do you drink so much?

God, or somebody,

bless

him.

I don’t answer

I don’t answer, and the reason is

that I am not yet ready to kill you

or love you, or even accept you,

it means I don’t want to talk

I am busy, I am mad, I am glad

or maybe I’m stringing up a rope

the boy walks with his muddy feet across my

soul

what you
must understand
is
that most things
just won’t work, so
you don’t try to save
them, and by the time you learn this
you’ve run out of
years)—once you understand this process
you need only get burned 2 or 3 more times

you must some day die for nothing
as I
have lived.

and we are in bed together
laughing
and we don’t care,
about anything

and I fall from you
as nations burn in anger…