Militant Desires

April 20, 2018

On a dull day spent in office

Among sterile desks and square faces,

Militant desires threaten my heart;

Fierce and unyielding in their intentions,

 

Like spending a selfish night

Under downpour in an old building

blown up half with dynamite

By the unforgiving demolition crew,

 

May be jumping in a coffee pool

While riding a sugar-white bike

Growling like the innards

Of a muddy foaming flood,

 

Perhaps, walking naked at night

Across the darkened streets

With no one to harass my freedom

Save the insomniac black cats

 

Or better,

Letting myself be loved and kissed

To death

Without any hope of God and heaven.

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