Be
A Russian
For one day

Whisper
And paint
Icons

Symbols
In gold
Draped in satin

Beware of hope
It will grip you
Make you into a Mongol

Control your mind
Destroy your abode
Invade the holdfast

Become neat
Organized
Fight to breathe

I can't believe
In Jesus
Or Judah

I'm not Jewish
A Hindu
Nor Christian

Christ has forsaken believe
For room 208
Has not been found

I'm tethered to the bed
Lampshade illuminating my face
A crusty ceiling aligns the walls

Doors are locked
Bathroom unchecked
Windows unhinged

Death a possibility
Or is it suicide?
I don't remember

I need love
Literature
To free me

From yearning
Succumbing
To music

Of the hollow
O'Brians grove
Shade of pain

From the triangular window, I see
Against my agony
That I'm clean

Clouds of ****
Rain an eerie reminder
That I crave a passion

Though I reside
In an emotion
that solidifies

It causes me
to regret
and run

Hindering my performance
Flaky to the core
Refusing inspiration

The bottle is soft
To touch
Caressing my sorrow

Crows scream
A usual tune
Prudent, but useless

I have to run
Into Rome
Where eagles fly

Caesar across the Tiber
Cicero in *******
Pompey unfound

Liberty is dead
The restless have arisen
Dread seeming to bribe destiny

Sword and stone
Catapult and Trieme
Feelings are fleeting

Houses catch the flame
Blades seer flesh
A list has been made

The weak are dead
Strong circumcised
Demons feed

I'm contained by gin
Soulful and true
Insane but blue

Crimson stains
Withered sheets of satin
Coinciding in my mind

Edinburgh rides high
London below
Call the trolly

Games commence
Justifying my religion
Anticipated revolt

But I sing
And gleam
In Winter's dawn

I love him
Need
And want

Colliding with my palms
Under a prayer of psalms
Ending pitfalls of ***