The sky shattered around me falling to the ground like shards of glass
I wept that morning
Dreams of vanquished scoundrels now forgotten
The lump in my throat genuine
Musings, hallucinations, dribbles of the mind and the endless pain of mortality
Never to recover from my own birth
How horrible to be here facing eternity
As the eggs boil and bask and break and bother
The gumshoe squealed to the cops despite his silence Having been handsomely paid for
And what do you do when there’s nothing but poetry and your own falling heart diving into the ocean
Never to recover
Always to be a lover
Seems simple
But the pain says no
Pain
Pain is always the theme
So much of it (pain) coursing through me and exiting with every exhalation and returning with every inhalation
To not breath might be the cure
Pure
Purity
Surety
There is none
Nor fun
Just a life in the shadows of pain
All I can do in response is to create
Never too late
And so I cannot cry
The simplicity of it all
All of it together here and forever and now and then and again and soon
How I strive
Stay alive
Crying in the darkness
Never more sure than when uncertain
Curtain
Not to be continued
