Keep On

If I could

from the raucous dreams I have at night.

 

If I could keep

like I was in a wild painful love.

 

If I could keep pumping

like I was at a concert of an unknown artist when his mind explodes.

 

If I could keep pumping out

with blood sweat.

 

If I could keep pumping out poems

that tell of the world that brutally attacks every human’s soul.

 

If I could keep pumping out poems

like this

 

I would one day

write something

mad enough

to be

okay.


-L.L.