ticks and tocks. burning clocks

its these moments.
burning like the trash dump outside of town
burning like the guy being ignored by a woman
burning like the face, the flesh of a thousand nighttimes
burning like the sudden realization that all women are now on Myspace
burning like a little Black Spot on the Sun Today
the same old thing as yesterday..
Burning like the name of another man with your children
Burning like your friends knowing well the same terrible
torrid gaping maw women that you have known
burning like no one understanding.... why things happen...

I am a tiger
I am a corpse
I am a god
I am a beggar..
I am the universe
I am nothing
I am surrounded by love and laughter and joy
I am alone, all all all alone....
polar icecap....death inside the million rebirths
between the top and the bottom alone.
I am a burning fire
I am a puff of smoke..