Never Mine

Fever dream wordsmiths spin honey sweet 

poetry drenched with pungent poignancy 

Longing for enlightening agony to strike like

white lightning as they pace their small 'partments

knowing symphonies of rain that race down windowpanes 

Too tired to trudge through the punctuation respiratory 

mayhem marauding out into an endless sea of incoherent ambiguity 

Reality as seen through coffee shivers see it all like a montage 

5th cup commitment to the cause cat's scrambling on

his paws feline lion luxurious stretch spanning bridges 

does he know that he's subject of a poem one more 

item in this maddening mosaic of I've lost all sense in it

Belated come down, and I'm me again with a day job. Sob. 

Obligations and responsibility - lonely. Working for a living, 

but all I want is to rant and rave, to disintegrate in a penthouse 

suite, Earth-shatteringly beautiful piano placing me

in the smoke filled ether of Worlds never mine.