listening to
too much alan watts
only reinforces
my inability
to give up
this icy vein
of nihilistic angst
as i have given up
on the pursuit of
anything whatsoever
in my quixotic life
an acceptance that
the words are all
i will ever be able
to claim as my own
mainlining lightning
to ease the curse
of hopelessness in
dreamsmears clinging
to the tattered
remains of wonder

a breadtrail of
insidious madness
reinforcing
there is no going
home ever again