Droning a monotone note,
Rocking back and forth,
complaining of a sore throat,
I witnessed a man go insane.
Down the street from the store
By the grey abstruse sign on the back door,
He did a quick shake. . . .
He did a quick shake. . . .
To the acrid taste of an apple.
With his begrimed hair and dark eyes,
He pulled out a paper and started to recite his final goodbyes,
O darkness!
Swaying, syncopated with his incoherent words,
He imagined a world with only birds.
Sweet world!
Coming from the innards of his soul.
O darkness!
In a deep voice filled with dissimulation,
I heard that man whisper,
“Ain’t got nothing to think of,
Ain’t got nobody but my self.
I’s a lonely man,
And I find no reason to prove it to oneself.
Thump, thump, thump, went his heart against his chest,
He thought back on his life, and was not impressed-
“I cant find comfort, And I can’t be satisfied.
Can’t find comfort And can’t be satisfied—
I ain’t got a care, And I wish that I had died.”
And for a long time he sat there.The sun came up and went down.
The man got up and started to walk without a destination.
While he was stuck in a state of disconsolation.
He closed his eyes-to die-or to engage his imagination.
