I walk unseen through the
Shadows of my mind's capital.

Lurking, listening. Hearing
My heart talk in its sleep.

Searching the forbidden streets
And dark city parks within me.

I have no joy; only overjoy in
Sight. Somewhere inside is an

Enemy. Someone to fight. I'm
Meeting myself in the ring tonight.

This is you and me. This is therapy.
I have shot everything else that

Moved. Now meet me man to man.
Should be a close enough fight.

Pillow with tears watered
One drop to leave eyes’ rim
Four lines my lips uttered
Borrowing from last dream!

*Though left me all gone before me
Loves and faces and tales
Not left me the faith of certainty
They only moved to someplace else.

Such a waste
Spending as much
As a week

Waiting for something
As brief as a
Weekend

Everything is
Giant to
Something