Want

breathing

             breathing

breathing

             breathing

here I go
walking
in the street
passing people
on the street talking
and walking
tension-hardened backs knees jaws necks
spines grown stiff
shoulders slumped and hungry or
high up to ears and scared

bodies

come together in love
dismember in fear and loathing
stop

breathing

             breathing

chilled and frozen solid thru the bone
bone bone bone
chilled and frozen solid
cold eyes staring into dust
shouting into dust
wailing into dust
hungry dust living in wantland
want
bored and billed
want
want to hold some little egg of light in a good eye want
something on the tip of my tongue to
change
the want the change
of life to really change
the want so empty yet . . .

how mutable are we?

what are the limits?

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