i came together with a page
and almost wrote on it such shattering prose
that all my hair, even in my nose
could not resist but shiver slightly

those were the tortured hours of meaning
the vulgar and the silly took a walk
leaving my soul to sink with the unsinkable rock
as the unwritable essence of life bled from my fingers

in retrospect, i may have been excessively drunk
and thus dared to dream beyond my assigned limit
until brilliant prose turned to vacuous vomit
and the gay pride parade turned to a funeral for my brain