Drunken is his reality
looping back and forth.
Repeating already solved issues.
Planting in his mind
mines of thoughts.
Indecisive, unfound & closed.
Blindly searching for an escape route…
Words swim in the juice of events… corrupted.
Shameful are his down-cast wings.
As his eyes try to take flight; he dives
into the seas of this hilarious life…
chased by the inability to find
an end.
Laughter is too painful and wounds…
feel so sweet.
Many voices chasing each other
in his self-core
crashing at the checkpoint.
Realization is finally located
He’s not mad.
He’s just utterly confused.
(C) Noor 12/27/2008







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