Mid- afternoon shadows casting onto cheaply painted walls
Have always given me the doldrums
A depression really,that doesn't lift
Till the sun finally sets
Then it's merely a despondency
That starts to slowly relent
Much after Mid- night
Then I can start to sleep until
The next day when it starts all over again.
The reason nothing worthwhile gets done
I like to think

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I want to forget
Not have to worry about
What was just forgotten
From a mere 10 seconds ago

The time involved is an
Excruciatingly long prospect
Minutes being not finite
Measurements any longer

I'll refuse to leave this place
This room, much less
For at least two days
Nothing but hydration and cigarettes

Wonder aloud about anomie
And if I'm afflicted
A ridiculous thought
Of course I am

I sometimes think seriously about the check out
It's so cliched, I know, I know
But the decay
The teeth falling out, a joyless creature of burden
Quiet disgust in the face of...
Vacuous optimism.
Mine is gone, I don't know why
Or where
Surrounded by the simple, the sorrowful
People without a function and
I've become one of them

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They are a lot like vertical spider webs
That never connect
The downpour - you still want to steer clear from them though
Perfect in their way, I'm leery nonetheless
These things happen I suppose, nearly too much
Most people pray for this - the floods
Not just the wet kind - emotional as well
It's off-putting because of it's frequency
Wrath of god and all, I welcome it and all
But it never delivers on it's promise(s)
Ultimately, merely an inconvenience
I don't sleep well (or ever for that matter)
When I think I intuitively know it's coming
I don't understand how anyone could
It almost verges on the *******
The unexpected ******* kind
Because of this I trust nothing
Not the weather, certainly not people
The rain, the people, they're deafening  
And for some reason that's promising
Hopeful almost

When I catch myself being overly Human
I pull in the reigns and push the thoughts from my head
But not through the mouth
The mindless blathering about.....
That's how I knew in the first place
I was becoming one of you and
It offers me no comfort.....
Quite the opposite

The Mind Has Turned Against Me Once Again


A Disconnect


A Shaking Free


Too Tired To Stay Awake Any Longer



I'll Let My Dreams Have Their Way W/ Me....



Once Again