I walk with no target
No aim and no gun
For what I see here
Will always be here
All of the
Alleged incidents
and nights without sleep –
They are my lighter
My papers
My rolled cigarette
The rumours of iniquity
The bad reputation
They may burn
But they do not kill
The repeating regret
The compounded trauma
This life after life
Whatever that means
I do not know
I never had a track
I never had a path
I do not lace my dreams
With those things
For once
Believe me
It will never change
The mind and its machinery
The trick of the light
I stare into darkness
And see only stars