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One of my strangest poems to date.

The tired nights seem all the longer as

I stroll sickly down Memory Lane,

Watching fitfully as alley cats and territorial

Bull dogs tear each other limb-from-limb.

 

The moon is dwindling and spinndling as my mind is

Falling quickly and steadily apart at the seams.

My heart is wandering and waltzing upon a

Stale and cracking paper-mache skylark.

 

"What is the meaning of life?" A broken oak croaks,

My hands, for all the better, are pumped full of painted

Veils which fill my dizzy mind with rotten eggs and

Bitter, clockwork-like, lost-in-outerspace memories.

 

My thoughts usually, if not always, defy the loneliness

Of deaths.  My feet are rendered senseless by the

Bickering, slickening, nicking hail storms.

"Where am I?" A puddle muddles through the din.

 

"No where", my mind echoes slyly with a slow-witted smile.

No where of interest.  We're all

Floating like empty jets through wavering skies.

Some day the world will slide down a rainbow.

 

Now I bid you adieu.