if I had a pistol
black, unused
the first pellet would slash your skin
it would clumsily diffuse
my custom poison with your sins

I do not believe I’m mad
but Dr.__ disagrees
I’d walk home from Leningrad
but I’m afraid I’ll miss my knees

I’d walk home from any place
my momma’s voice keeps me alive
I take my pills 6 times a day
some people live, I just survive

I will walk home
discalced and drenched
( i left my raincoat on the bridge)
prepared to see your red fists clenched
(the one where suicide’s bewitched)

I will walk home
despaired and hopeless
seeking love I myself can’t birth
and your counterfeit “condolence”
I need not, for what it's worth

I will walk home
but where’s such place?
I’m running after broken dreams
can a compass help my chase?
it points to south- and that's within