Moonless Night

Detached, too weary to fight,

Beset by the darkest reach

Of this moonless night,

Only perfunctory protests

Pass over my cold lips

As I sink into this swamp.

Thick thoughts thrive

As they tangle and writhe,

Feeding off a wicked brew

Of self-doubt and despair;

This brackish bile that keenly finds all the chinks in my daily-adorned armor,

Seeping in, rising ever higher,

Swiftly overcoming the lofty perspective

I thought I’d finally attained.

I was fooling myself.

But this is no time for sincerity.

I have one last trick,

One last-ditch attempt

To save a spoiled bastard

Whose spirit is afflicted with

This most pathetic sickness:

Drive-out the guilt.

Do whatever it takes to become content

With having everything you’ve ever wanted,

But never had to work for.

Forget that now, for once, for-ever.

Remember:

You never asked for anything.

your haggard confidant

showing the wear

of those easy college years

your blanket once white

has become a grayish rumple of a bed cover

lying underneath

your haggard confidant

i'm pondering all its flaws from the inside

and i must admit

it's growing on me

your face pressed to mine

our legs are interlocked

in a way i'll never see

we've kicked off your old friend again

it's a complete tangle at our feet

for a fleeting moment

this mistreatment makes me sad

but you and I too hot for it now

too high to be bogged down

by sentimentality