Red fishes swim with me in my dark dreams
I want to be a shark and eat them all
I eat all that scares me, my dead weight leans
Dim light, red rope around me, my skin crawls
White pencil marks tell my story today
But I still desire to cross that street
Would rather want to be someone's ashtray
Rather have a bowl of feeling to eat
Will be free from this admiration
Will find me in all my creations
Z.H.
