wrote a sonnet
last night
while feeling
nothing except
for anxiety
followed the scheme
scribbling emptiness
as an allusion
for all my dreams

the joy wilted
in chasing lightning
now i channel naught
but whispered odes
in the darkness
which has come
to define me

the sheen of absurdity
has faded into a sluice
where gray is everything
in my lapsed belief
the universe falls apart
while i sit silently
missing my father in
the laundromat parking lot