it's enough to make a mess out of me
the lie; the ease of it.

how many lies would i tell to get to you?

sleep lighter than being awake,
angles of limbs, dreams,
fragments. the vision
of you maybe, maybe.

sauntering down long, long streets
meeting snowgrey tigers &
their arching backs, a man
against sunset ambling
on.

fifty cents by the bus stop
in a sudden moment of fearlessness.
just to meet the light,
to lay down &
let it hurt.
because it does,
but it will end.