I can't seem to console the absolute madness in my
mind
and I am unable to conceal this subtle sadness
that is the like to no other kind
the longer I search the less I seem to uncover or
find
I am solely responsible for documents in my soul
left to date so far unsigned
if I had been born to the suit of man
I'm not so sure if what I think I could do
is that of course what I actually can
you must try to forgive me if my self analysis
seems indifferent to the point of being casually
rude
I bury myself in my so often aimless ambition
as if my thoughts to my actions were gruesomely
glued
as I pull my hired hands from my already hindered
head
I remember what I've forgotten and say what I said
I would rather be lost alone upon the choppy
SEA OF DETAIL
than see love rise in the eyes of my emotions dream
only to them have them before me fall, shatter
and fail.......................
(Written April 8,1992 pm)