I BREATHE AND I DREAM

My throat is burning like the

red velvet shirt I wear in the hospital

room in the desert of my dreams;

where every vein aches & every pore

screams while you touch me & you want

to comfort me while I die & you dream on.

I dream of the sky; become the sky

over desert road & men beheld in my

eyeless lifeless dreamless void that I haunt

& envelope in a nameless blameless love

of mankind.

I'm running up the stairs to my room where

I write & stumble;

Fuck & fumble;

Hard & humble;

Freezing in torment.

I'm shouting out the verticle window:

Even when it's fucking raining!

Even when the men are restraining!

Even in HELL I am not complaining!

Because my life is beautiful when

words are written;

words are whispered - screamed - unbidden;

When hurts would cave in me -

These words are what save me.