noir intense


struggle with the night sleep deprived i surmise i will survive but can't jump off this ride hour one past midnight! darkness has turned fake bright second-hand sunlight reflecting institution white flicker-less heavenly neon light leaves play melody trees sway in ecstasy roots feed from soil’s elegy a breeze cools summer's energy life rehearsing in full parody head brimming with rhapsody a jumblesale of mind things confusion brings fresh dew drops offering therapy hour two begs for clemency now imprisoned helplessly by thoughts in hostile territory and sarcastic answers by the enemy the third hour serves a penalty street light loneliness irrupts delusional hopefulness wakes up escape routes barred firmly shut hour four resigns a condition called the borderline insanity: the sanctity of tragedy drowsed but not fine resurrection by the fifth! appearing in strict order: you, coffee, sunlight end-of-torture what was I struggling with?


Cloudman why are you waving at me?

Is there something I don’t see?


I am nothing

I am clueless

I am lost


No cheque in the post

Fruitless attempts to summit my life, oh yes

Contempt with insanity’s grin


Decades have rolled on

Overgrown now the paths I once ventured

Blinded and stuck on some, —  far too long

Sometimes it really feels that I’m done


Now, time is called the ‘aftermath’

That little left should be made to last

Create the antecedent of tomorrow

Leave out today’s horror,

relegate that to the past


Nothing: is all that matters

Clueless: the more the better

Lost: is the prize not the cost