The scars of a manipulative system
squib through my shrinking genius
no detergent of luck could clean
whatever the prophecy, lunar or
solar revelations, or games
with destiny, Saturn and Uranus
phishing my sensitivity....
aspiration and spirit degenerate
love, health, sleep and contradictions
too many to resolve at this juncture
for freedom to think, search, create and live.
I keep forgetting stray markers
of happiness in a lonely journey,
ignore jokers celebrating
their betrayals, my vulnerability, now
I take each day as it comes, not knowing
what really happens tomorrow....
