when I’m so lost that
even the night doesn’t
make sense any more

the times when my
mind has lost logic
and ideology

music doesn’t help
and neither does
the poetry

staring up at the stars
I feel the blackness and
pointlessness for once

the lion gazes at me,
noble as it is, and
smirks

victory is on the wall
but success is behind
it

metaphor’s without
meaning all of a sudden
make all the sense in
the world

trembling I write done
every word I hear and
see

the lost tapes of a
forgotten man do
not console a man
who’s never been
remembered in the
first place

sickness deep in my gut,
I know what this is all
about



throwing up in the hall,
a barn picture looks at
me and smirks

I throw it to the ground
and watch it hit without
breaking

I run