armed with a new vocabulary

[Caine]

it is late
and my eyelids meet
but i can not sleep
the tossing and turning
doesnt help my constant thinking
achieve any learning
but still..i think
the uncomfortable feelings come not in spurts
because everything in life hurts
and you are my anesthetic
a beautiful esthetic
am i pathologic or just pathetic
when did i loose my
work ethic?
as my eyes rise
i feel them anestasice
my mind cannot comprehend
the empty message they send
even with a tousand people
without you im alone
there is no bone
beneath the flesh
so i crumble to an amorphic mess
limbs fingers and toes
with no direction
and sensibility goes
and entropy grows
as i discover new lows
i wish you would tell me
i feel like ive eaten chalk
why wont you talk?
i am the lowly and the meek
why wont you speak?
i am on the recieving end
of a dead phone line
why wont you give me a sign?
i am reaching and clasping
with slippery fingers im grasping
it isnt getting easier
to hold on
i
feel
slipping
away
throught he bowles of yet another day.
[ 22 March 2002: Message edited by: Caine ]