[Delta Deep-Sleep] a poem

Fire is the universal,
modern text;
It burns,
scolds,
saturates itself,
molten liquid into the worn hole,
the hole of the mind,
bottomless &riotous,
round-a-bout roaming,
jacking all trades,
mastering none
If we are with a
nobody who wants to be a somebody,
we dream steady;
a somebody with a desire to be
someone else,
we dream as vague
as the passing of a single instance






Dontrell Lovet't
from, [The Failed Writer]