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Tuesday, January 20, 2009

january's 20 words of the day

haplessly daunted
by fear, beleaguering,
leaving me in
a narcoleptic daze.

I write, uninspired
my wanderlust obscured,
with xanthous sickness
as my only candour.

pain, gargantuan
remaining, in kinetic time
fastidious upon my chest
hurting,

like a iconoclastic yegg,
stealing my dreams,
jettisoning them
unto itself.

some days, relief
abstains from me;
others, sanity
comforts magnanimously

as if laissez-faire,
recovery comes and goes -
awakens in pandiculation,
or zealously absent.

I yearn for an eclectic
source of my verse,
but sorrow remains
my sole inspiration.