with bleary eyed resentment

I watch her walk away

the lover of my lifetime

gone another day.

she’s been with me since childhood

this goddess of the word

helping to make sense

of the screams nobody heard

I bid adieu to my muse

and stub out the cigarette

a life of loves commitment

I’m left with no regret

she isn’t always pretty

this beautiful desire

but she always seems to kindle

my weary hearts bonfire

I put away the keyboard

and settle in to sleep

and as the darkness falls soft

the words again do creep

a never ending flurry

of thoughts and images

turrets disease on paper

that’s what this madness is.