This Life I Lead Will Not Last Long. . .

This life I lead will not last long
Frayed tails in taste, crude cummerbund
Billiard balls in motion crack
The black marked eight in Hume defiance

Strength of focus it would seem
Hath deemed religion mental slavery
As Strindberg’s hyacinth strikes root
The vigorous bloom in darkness shoots

And so goes love, the seed of time
Which quickly blossoms, then must die
Take influence for instance
Illusion in remittence

A three act play must turn away
From arabesque depiction laid
Gale forms of such said subtleties
Engage the voyeur’s lustful range

I fear impending doom
Scold sphere settles on this dark charade
And I am left to fend myself
With nothing but drunk fits to guide me

Beyond the door there’s something more
A saddened love, the vacant stranger
Drab Denmark desolation danger
Of calm willed wit and steel spun courage

Sød Anne! Soft, mad, sullen silk!
Hast thou forgotten Zacatecas?
The border towns the wheeled shark blazed by
Heading State Side bound Laredo

I stroll crammed streets and raucous pubs
Which house ten thousand fiery eyes
That sear into my empty frame
These creatures I cannot relate

A poet doomed to never feel
The human touch of wants embrace
The rain was made to fall on me
And drowned me in my misery

My face invites the flirting tease
Of women I shall never marry
Never kiss lips fully pursed
The breath of death has breathed her curse

Unwearied strength I knew you well
When I was cloaked in virile youth
But now the age of doubt has come
The age that fears what futures hold

Have I not penned these very lines
Only to laugh when I was done?
To think that I would be the one
Whom death would choose to tread so closely

Surrounded by my own decay
But I have died so many times
It’s hard to differentiate
True death from deaths of years befallen

My convoluted coat of arms
Confirm scant family love per se
You’ll remember me for years to come
The poster child for psychobabble

Exploding from the inside out
A Molotov cocktail mouth of words
Knocking on the mind’s of men
Hoping to at last be heard.