You can't fight it – a poem

You can’t fight it –

Life, I mean,

Is relatively strong,

A current in which I flail

Arms above the thrum of movement,

Gulping for air, a drowned fish,

Hungry pelican,

Exhausted lover.

 

You can’t fight it –

Love, or lust,

Is natural instinct,

A thirst for blood

Meat, hunger, iron to course

Through my internal cloudless

Intuition.

 

You can’t fight it –

The night holds out her

Pinkies for me to hold, then

Pushes me – stumbling –

In front of cars,

Off bridges,

Under trains and I

I – just lie still,

Eyes twitching,

Not quite awake.

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