Max Suechting

black is the light that shines on my path,
black is the color of freedom

 

oh, to sing out the right chord, just delicate enough
to throw open the blazing gates of hell. to lay on the roof
drinking coffee and reading Basho all afternoon.
to put a cigarette out in someone's eye - to literally
drown them and their petty sorrows in whiskey.
or just to ride a tricycle through traffic, whistling dixie 
for all you are worth. yes, these are the rules
that are best to follow: eat a lot of cake. 
look directly at the sun. hide from the insects
that crawl across the window pane looking for you.
heed the apathetic. don't call your mother, for her sake.
and most importantly, never, ever write about anything.