Lost
Unsettling isolation--
shivering sterile, exhausting.
No peace, no playful ripple
in the
drab disappointment.
I was plunged
after the glossy wrapping of pleasurable relief
changed
one unsettled afternoon.
Hot, soggy darkness fell,
moonlight exposing
me to be melodramatic.
Vulgar.
Expanding series of disordered desertions.
Mind crisscrossed by exhilarating progress,
ammunition in terms of trivial statistics,
I crashed.
Positively justified
among leaking, grumbling sewers.
But my naivety was stifled
long ago
by obtained corruption
so it seems.
Clocks are unreliable
and effective coping swapped with
crawling paranoia
not sufficient therapy.