he shrouds himself
in invisible blank
-ets.
distressed.
the futility
of sauntering
someplace, anyplace.
painfully indiscrete.
was it all a dream?
a lambent cream
spread across his eyes?
last lifetime, the drinks were many
and some found their way
into this morning's hazy
hang
over.
I've come to believe
the amnesiac
suffers the worst agony of all.
a floating existence
culminated from moments ago.
an anchorless boat
adrift in seas of consciousness.
And the ocean looks kind of like
T.V. static.
those underneath
drown in headachy havoc.
where every grain is a memory
screaming in different directions.
only in slumber
can he harness the white noise
for what it means.
tranquility
pours over the soul
in form of a dream.
the liquid blankness of death
in its nightly,
prepatory visit.
The amnesiac
rummages through empty drawers
before falling afloat into sleep
trying to doze back his first kiss,
and re-thread
his psycho-fiber.
Definition
sus
pended
on a parallel stratum.
If only his eyes could turn inward,
oh, how he'd fathom (himself)