I never cease
I\'ve been vindicated
Put my feet up
Asked myself why?
Why? Why?
My reflection was a ghost
I fell to my toes
Slid down the slope
Landed in the backlog
In the thick of the fog I am lost
With wide eyes like a movie goer
I am the pulsar
I always take the detour
Under pressure like Henry Darger
I\'ve gone missing like the Mars Orbiter
A plane over the Bermuda Triangle
Spy gathering intel, it\'s futile
I\'m not some Wall Street banker
Certainly not a lawyer
I\'d rather arbitrate than go to war
The sun is setting
I\'m fuddled, in a cussed position
Wishing things were different
I smoke with the best of them
I dream of Thomas Edison
Manhattan is in the background
It\'s my kingdom, my playground
Water is dripping from the eaves
I have no qualms with it
I admire the beauty of the diptych
I tolerate the blemish
I\'ll make up for it, I promised
He looked back at me and then beamed
Like he was the July sunshine
I looked back at him
It was over like bad weather
Hoodoo or lumbago
Things went back to normal
Like a horse on the carousel
Wounded soldier on the battlefield
I exist, around a bane
An artist at work
It\'s not the same as when I was nineteen
The caffeine and nicotine adds up
When it\'s ripe the seedpod will split.