Ennui

Disenchanted with ennui, I want to my earth To meet the sky, To catch a falling star Outside a ‘Monday thru Friday’ ‘Nine to Five’ job, But traffic on the eight eighty Enshackles me in the tapestries of my mind. Amnesia walks me through corridors of lice Armed with coffee cups, the stock market on the radio, I have lost all with my nasdaq fall Into bars and brothels of dubious repute, All is carnal after all. Entrapment with Chopin on the alarm clock, Donuts oozing with cream, wiped away with a napkin, How do I get away from Tchaikovsky at night? As the older whores at last snore, I light a cigarette and lean out my window To wail a poem, catch a falling star.