Right? Everyone
judges me while
I’m sleepin’, spewing
lies like concrete webs
unbroken with time
or money.
Spaces command me
into nothing is to be ashamed
of as far as
everything’s solid? Right?
Well, if a cat has 9
lives to spend then
why does it meow when
it’s starving? Outside
my window another
one calls me out but I
just sing, nothing
and sleep. Everyone
judges me while I’m dancin’ but
I’m just dancing –
and I’m just sleeping
in fire; burning
in ice and
savoring sweetness.
