going, going, gone.

But what are the wicked things you've done

In your mind

You call her selfish

And him divine

Speak in tongues that weave masterpieces

Your loneliness

Lost in this abyss

Aren't we all

Just bigger babies

With more words

We know nothing

I want to climb this fence

And run fast-legged

Like a country boy

Scabby knees challenging tall grass

Hair like the cinema, artful and free

Oh the dragons are there

In between make believe

And

This breath

What a waste

To be burned

For

Being

Human.