Soul's Rebellion

tired, so tired... i throw myself into sleep, falling from the edge of the building, i cannot see the street below. a suicide against the hollow body of everyday repetition, and the cold stink, of hands unwashed! falling, cursing death, and all it's religious demands. i ooze from the skin of 'myself', the dog breaks from its pen. desire, beating and real, i drink the juices of lovers... forbidden to show their faces. i am penis and rhythm, the taste of the oak split by lightning or axe, who knows? i dont care! i am blood on the lips, forever rich in its color. i am freedom screaming from the stoop of poverty. i make love in the alleys, tossing cans and breaking bottles. i rip buttons from the blouse, whisper oceans and darkness. i am brandy and semen, words written on the stone, glowing in the forever night of your soul's rebellion! i am free!