birds are singing better
than any top 40 drivel
a blue sky encompasses me
as I retrohale Latakia
the candle of restlessness
burns fast
while my contempt
constantly expands
ambiguous realities
cascade down upon me
up is down and down is the norm
glued to the bottom of living
anticipating anything
but nothing happens
fortunately or unfortunately
that is expected
a sword of delusion
enters my heart
I extract the blade
to find it dripping
with culpable confusion
sentimental reflections bring to mind
memories of winters loss
chemicals do nothing to mend the hurt
only a temporary reprieve
an aching
guttural
gnawing of emptiness
never to be whole again
Gloomy Forebodings 