3 a.m.

If you are so lucky
you have a world and a life
made up of bodies -
by which I mean flesh:
pulsating, ravenous, timid, beloved -
which you are constantly
tempted
to betray
in the name of
the big time,
the big game, the big boys,
the big dream,
the ticket out.
But then
haven't we all
already
disappeared into
screen or plane?
This is us,
We are not here.