Monkhood by Humphrey King

In Dreams

magical, memorable & barely meaningful
social structures will eventually
break any wall to pieces…
I climb three dilapidated flights of stairs
and walk to the end of a long narrow corridor
to knock on a small yellow door… where nobody
ever is home… there is a hole in the middle
of the ocean… as I open my window
our terraces fill with smoke… God is with me as we go…

-Humphrey King