Fight = Flight Poem by Liyo Denorte

i'll throw my gun into the sea
let any troubles be swallowed

by the hungry mouth of ambiguity
never will i speak to you my dearest friend

try not to say: 'let me entertain you,
let me make you smile'

with you, everyday is an encounter with purgatory
redeeming my soul from dark cherubim

removing nails, thumbtacks and tridents
out from my back

crawling against the magnified dictionary
of issues, dilemmas and pain

they are
all, in big caps:
R
O
T

i've thrown my gun into the sea
detaching the cold metal

from my head
vomiting what's construed

and run towards sobriety