Reaching out

 I reach out this full grown man I am
I breathe ever wanting more oxygen
I eat and long for more food
I look out at the city

I want it all for myself
Selfishness drives me on
Hunger and lust push me into hysteria
Not even the late rain will soothe

Heated and wayward
reaching out to the night air
Nothing there but pitter patter raindrops
wet refusal for a poor heart

The next acceptance is sleep
How I refuse it
for the dreams will come and rise
In my machine of a head

And so with machine like hands 
I will be forced to write
Which will force me to want all over again
World are you the soft fruit or heavy rock

I reach out past my face past my breast
Out there toward the rainy darkness like a burglar
Reaching out in a stretch like a waking lion
But falling asleep taken over by surreal imaged dream