I drift
like Last-Birthday’s balloon...
The nothing new—
another verse and all...
Eyes peel to the pang-
with its beats...
Weak Scottish sun streamed
and pattered...
Your smile
shone like reflections that opened...
You might ask me who? Where? When? Why? and How...
It all came, as the wind comes,
a silence too deafening for mortal ears...
I go through bookstores
Like my friends go to bars...
Mad is where
I'm at...
The muses have abandoned me to a dark mind void of...
My heart beats loudly against the frail and bitter...
I wish i could Ctrl Alt and Del my brain.
Restart and fresh won't feel the pain...
Stay, stay...
I never once forgot...