Ant-strong and bewildered,

Ant-strong and bewildered,
he told us all his secrets.
The heartbreak and the broken glasses,
the drunk masses.

Where do all these soliloquies of yours come from?

“There can be no rest
until we all, for one night,
run through the streets,
drunk and naked,
and remember that our bodies
fit into each other
as easy as the road
can take us far away from this town
if we desire.”