Gone mad on this America interstates
in a neverending search of
belonging...
I want to belong somewhere
like I belong
to my time
&
to my writing...

Gone insane in this America apartment building
where I dreamed
loneliness
&
being sent to the chair for killing
cockroaches
I want to be where I can be
must make a poet refuge
some sort of
a getaway or
commune - non-religious
non-political...

Gone sad in this America city
breathing in fumes under
lost dreams billboards of
American Dreams & I
dreamed of eternal
silence & horses
wild horses running
along the cliff over
the sea...

Sadness is a part of me
Loneliness, I carry it in my bag
& still, I keep dreaming
I keep dreaming on
about everything
& I dream on & on
& on...