39 - Impasse.

Don’t look so gloom
says my jolly chum
|I am no king Lear
for death i do fear.

Values lost among
grainy days admist
dry winter days,
I sit on my ass
day in day out
work alone about
makes me interesting
and less of hustling.

Tired, broken old man
merely walking by and by.
Waiting for death.

30 years wasted,
with only busted
nuts on clothes to show.
Not even bowing
for my false God
any more - and maybe
nevermore.

On the point of Africa
I sit like Ulyssus
far away, being useless
from my ithica.

Dark is the night,
my mind dimmed
by drugs delight,
my beared untrimmed.

I wait for you,
knowing you won’t
bring me delight.

For true happiness lies,
not in the lies of others,
butwithin your hearts’
lack of desires.

But yet one walks alone
he alone waits and longs
for someone to atone
and sing a gentle tone
with and breath gentle mist.

The dreams and nightmares
come to me again as mares
And stallions that break free
from the reign of fates’ fethers.

Will you be my saint or my curse?
Lets say a few hellos,
and wait for the day’s bellows.
What are you waiting for?

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