Ennui

The Level Of My Ennui

The level of my ennui has gone way up and wild
And any heart to stick with it has departed.
What difference does it make
When my light and my support are gone
And all the dark decisions and dim designs
Of latter days are all gone to blazes
Like a piss in the morning haze.

I smashed myself with a hammer,
I tripped myself on my tongue.
I fumbled my grip on everything
And I stumbled on my best intentions
Which I knew weren’t worth a dime.

rcs.
1st draft: 05/15/06
©2006 Ronald C. Southern

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