Hear the heart bleating
For the lot of us?
Me, I've suffered the
Dullard's jenune
Once too often.
I've begged off another,
Hoping for lights out
Before the final words are stripped away
In a final comedown.
Night, with it's visceral lassitude,
Adding insanity to the notion.
I'll say its random,
Not much lately,
But enough anyway.
I saw a dream once,
Falling like light
In a doorway,
A tulip dying in drought.