=I Don't Commit Suicide Because=

I see the perdition of every infant and not a pot to piss in.

I hear the night without foundation.

I feel the invisible shovel with which we dig for gold.

I smell an almond.

I taste a dime.

I think we are separated by everything.

I sense the knot is infinite.

I know what it’s like to live among greedy cockroaches.

I believe life stunk but it wasn’t mine.

I imagine a constant dispersal of golden thoughts.

And I wonder…

I wonder why I'm still not under arrest.