itching to be real.... the sum of my days
plot the course of my misery, like every man.
i join the circus of our low thoughts
and boost demons to a plateau
of grim love.

i am pecking the flesh
off a skeleton key. wiser than my jokes
but foolish just the same.
i reveal my numb skull
but hide the virtue
of my heart's
want.

docile in the kingdom of pure love
i announce the primacy
of death's door.
i forge ahead
to slip crippled angels
new wings...
to mock the inane gravity
of being a Man....

and with a woman's dream
i conquer the  world.
but
never have to say
what it means.

at all.