I am heading now into the
somewhere and somehow and
I may be a while.
Call it madness
call it style
call it what you will but
I'm still heading there or
I'm heading there still and
until I am sure of a connection to
the cure,
I remain outward bound.

There is a noise in my ears,
a sound that one fears when
the evening comes in and
the night catches up with the sun.

If the dark was a friend in
the somehow it might end and
the somewhere is where I might
find
peace of mind.

There is a curvature to my spine
due to old age and time.

The darkness will find me on the horizon
of history,
bent over the pages and watching the mystery
of myself.

In the mirror,only me,solitary,
playing chess with the toothpaste and
wasting the light.

I am or I was
because someone once told
a serf or a King and
so I bring to this Coventry where
some reflection has sent me another picture to paste in
the windows that chase across the oceans that roll and toss
and again I am at a loss
to explain
what anything means.