Behind the edge of insanity,
on the edge of myself,
at the edge of alcoholism,
with hatred on the tip of the teeth,
with a shout on the tip of the tongue,
leaping the edge of the portal,
hypnotized by the window ledge,
with rounded edges of thought.
with sharpened edges of feelings,
with furtive edges of the breast
with propped up edges of desire,
if you’re asking me how I live.