nights spent soaked in sweat

nights spent soaked in sweat
through summers heat and discomfort
with a world unwilling to play his game
his rules
his way
he walks through dreams

bear foot dancing in rain
joy full following of a third way
no way
no fight
no flight
no fear of the hereafter of the lovers or others
the cowards who see no other way

black eyed beaten and bruised this fool
sits smiling in his purple tinged battered bloody victory over body and soul

as the cool air through open attic windows sting his sweat glistened naked back he wakes
to his empty bed
to his empty cell
to his empty world
waiting wishing wistfully for a reason to clear himself and organise this realm

("i want you back" he cries into the night like a fire fighter rushing to a window where there is no fire ....except the burning of his heart)