At a loss,
The trees seemed to confirm
That I was losing the inspired
That once raged;
Consuming all the insides.
Yes many a night, & early slant of sunlight
I stood unzipped skin
Laying out every organ,artery,blood,
Blood vessels, cells, veins,
All of every inch that rests
beneath this earth
Giving up a complete holocaust
for the ever eventual muse,
Now standing emptied midway between the womb & tomb
I sense the possibility of fading away
into an obscurity fitting for a fool
doused in napalm
mind made of agent orange,
How many roads scorched along the way
left behind empty bottles, sandwich baggies, or pill bottles.
Left behind the memories of purity.
Stepping out these days, the world seems
just a bit more dead to me than a corpse
& I wonder whether or not
any of my words could've saved it
& then i remember how bitter words
are when they're soaked in the venom
of an ageless sybill
snubbed by her son.