that when it hits
I won't get off the floor for days. And when finally I
do stagger into a semblance of poise
I will still need a cane and shoulder to help me walk,
and I will need great patience from any who try
to decipher my slurred speech.
You should forget about knowing the Friend
unless you are willing to kiss the world with
great abandon.
Locked like a pair of dogs openly making love in the streets,
impervious to shouts and pails of water being thrown
and glares from eyes that pass.
Can you become such an
ego-less
king?
