another conversation
with the pain that’s in my head
concludes a life of solitude
beats crowds and feeling dead
for lost and lonely, down
I took my heart to town
to join the lubricated
the scene, to penetrate it
and maybe for an hour or so
I tried to join the flow
of the music and the noise
and all the dancing girls and boys
hell-bent on keeping rhythm
with the jokers in the system
but in the chambers of my mind
the void was still inclined
to stab me in the back
when the light turned into black
the pleasure and the thrill were gone
and time was very long . . .
and time is very long
to count up all the pin drops
as the clock is ticking on