Sunday, May 6, 2001

ordinary

what if this is the end
downhill trodding to grave
the last great thing done and
undone. for me and by me.
i am bored of wasted lives
their natural, lazy, hopeful lives
being and unbeing before me,
my brethren.
i am another man of the world,
and no moneyed, worthy family will do.
my hunger has ulcerated
and the feast grants no satisfaction.
i have missed the good meal
and doomed myself to die,
to die for a very long time.

the help

square my coffee
red my design
eat my horror
and make me whole
a fine friend is completeness
corrector smile of fullness
hopeful fellow sleeper.