well you know what?
I’m fucking tired –
you with guns
and women
and all the coke to keep me
awake for 100 years;
fuck you – I’m too tired tonight
to battle the wisdom of Ape men
investing in brawn and muscle
long after John Henry has died.
No, tonight I will watch out my window
at the two blond little girls, perhaps 7,
playing soccer on cobble stone
amongst only the two of them,
there is a team of wild dreams
behind their extraordinary efforts.
i still hope each one wins,
i still hope we will love,
despite hope,
I hope.