iling and broiling in a
sleepless night
painted bri
ck walls
surround three sides of him
and reach out f
or him
scrambling crawling
screaming careening
through rubbish and
urine soaked blankets
and rusted knives
and dented garbage
cans full of burnt wood
trying trying
needing that opening
but he cant bear to
make the sacrifices to
make it
into ecstasy
into freedom
into the light light
good night
trap him make him
cautious strip him of
passion make him
hungry but wary
and he will starve none the less