Seldom
is
the daybreak
seen
by people
who need
to see it.
May
the city-dweller
rise
from
their TV dream
and be afflicted.
May
their veins
give up on the wine
the Roman Catholics
have given them.
At least meet me
in a heroin clinic
if you want to talk
about the Buddha.
– Poetry by W.T. tuqMairtin
from:
Lovers Of The Century (poetry book)