Wake up to white lights A thumping head Overdosed on Ativan Mother down the hall anxious Sat in the shower with an Olympia Too wrecked to stand Got out wet and struggled on pyjamas Fell to the floor Oblivion Nothing to worry about Not money or a career or love Just black Its net worth in the trillions When I awoke something had gone wrong The terrible reality that I was still there An absolute aching in my chest As if some great needle had punctured it As if something had occ

Here innumerable The constant of the streets In tenements and low places Captured in the wild within the superlative Lost low looking at leftovers The detritus of civilization Every measure of us has known it Though none have cared barked equilibrium Nothings, outweighing the rich, sit humble Until that day of absolute revolution When equality will seize a new morning In a bird my soul resides Black and in a murder Knowing all faces and incidents Forever locked in the trees a