Sunday, March 06, 2005

I don't know

Beside myself with turpentine melancholy,
Shimmering skies and dream-built sorrows,
Gnawing at my tender fleshy parts,
I degrade in mind and body, equal measure,
I lose the transcendental wisdom of my vision,
Living folly blindly through each age,
Looking back with milky sight,
Upon a hazy, unkempt life,
With tattered hopes and blurry truth,
An ill-considered, unconscious ride,
On a monstrous skull-train, steamed with grime,
Careening off invisible tracks,
Circuit unknown,
Lost in the fog of lonely self betrayal.