I wrote help me somebody help me I wrote it on the glass at the skytrain station I wrote it on the white board with a toddler looking on I think it sometimes other times I sing it Help I need somebody help not just anybody HELP I'm wasted on myself no matter how many poems I read no matter what I am alone and angry and full of candle lit sadness lost outside myself ever cordoned/condemned philosophy I think is motivated by sadness/made up of it we tell ourselves that if there are answers then we'll be happy we'll somehow crowd out this feeling of melancholy I give in to it I let it come rushing through me tumbling earth into sea waves blowing with a hot wind over a burning home let my smoke rise black with the wishes of children longing for care let it billow up and choke the atmosphere veil the sun and moon let it rise full to the extinction of a thousand thousand species let it swallow the landscape and cast us all out