The rich sense of loss
as I survey the squandered potential
of my degenerate life.
Poetry and music.
Women are intoxicated by me, and
men ascribe wisdom and courage to me.
Yet I sleep behind a dumpster each night,
unable to reconcile to the enterprise
of life
when the music stops and the laughter falls silent.
Jul 14, 2017
Jul 14, 2017 at 2:18 PM UTC
The rich sense of loss
as I survey the squandered potential
of my degenerate life.
Poetry and music.
Women are intoxicated by me, and
men ascribe wisdom and courage to me.
Yet I sleep behind a dumpster each night,
unable to reconcile to the enterprise
of life
when the music stops and the laughter falls silent.
