**  Each man can choose how he marches in the parade of life.

Slowly descending into the depths of my own paranoia. Slipping slowly into isolation and violent misanthropy. Time is now, now is all we have. All this jabberwocky and shameless talk...

the city is quiet; for death is always quiet.

Horns blowing, head pounding, reverberating sound. Just beyond the grasp of my own comprehension.



~Sleep~

A fathom deep in sleep I lie

With old desires, restrained before;

To clamor life-ward with a cry

As dark flies out the greying door.

And so in quest of creeds to share

I seek assertive day again;

But old monotony is there-

Long, long avenues of rain.

Oh might I rise again! Might I

Throw off the robes of that old wine-

See the new morning mass the sky

With fairy towers, line on line-

Find each mirage in the high air

A symbol, not a dream again!

But old monotony is there-

Long, long avenues of rain.



  

Let us hope that the whores of evil no longer loiter on the doorsteps of your path, beckoning you into the brothel of despair. And that here and after, you may present them with the most rigid manifestation of a firm and manly will.

~Your Useless Smile~

All of a sudden, an absent stare

You look at me, still

Immeasurably distant,

You begin a smile.

I go on talking. You

Go on listening- your own

Thoughts you listen to,

The smile as good as gone.

Your useless smile.

Things are more, I say,

Than Time in which they seem to change

And Space that seems more than they...



Shaky

   Today for some reason, I'm all jittery and shaky. It's not meds or caffeine. Wish I knew what is causing this.