Disappearing de Sade

And sometimes
only thoughts to leave
to fly as only light
just a moment in an instant
insignificant element of a universal whole
to be a life somewhere else
somewhere alone as a stranger
no family to speak of
no spouse
just craziness in dark hotel rooms
selfish debauchery
in the middle of weekday afternoons
no money nor food
- they are mere distractions from a past life
no
the only thing to live by
would be the instant of ecstasy
and the knowledge
that there will never be anything else