You don't understand
I would give up
My anonymity
My clashing phobias
Ten million babies
I would sleep in the morning
With a warming body
The indiscriminate colours
That you brought to me
In your fresh palms
I would scream your name out
On the corner of the street
Not the communal street
Where all the other men
Congregate
I'd say it to my family
To the brown bullies
I would quit work
Tell them all to get fucked
And hibernate
With you
Transform myself into a robot
Terrorise the peacemakers
Sleep with a yellowing mattress
Run Away!
I know you will
But I'll be transformed
The tree of time stripped of bark.
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