Poem: Myself

The lights are going out
around me
I have not slept well
in as long as I can remember
which is not very long
have not felt well either
bouncing, erratic
from magick
to pleasure
to misery
to pain
I have not been this
hopeless and poor
for quite a while

Hostile environment
all in my mind
the park is closed off
street lights and signs
are disapearing

In the end
I have to do it
myself
myself
myself