it is no secret that i am broken
i've been a failure from the start
droplets of tears on my glasses
and dreams just nazis with a heart
crowds not forming around a leader
to disipate around a joke
the brilliant creation never realized
despite the most insisting hope
the girls have laughed at times not with me
the loner with a cigarette ignored the world
the world that i was watching carefully
immitating that very loner, fearing laughter overheard
in well-lit rooms over torn papers
scribbling in a comfort of a stomach overfilled
i had the time and i had only this time
to foolishly ponder my legacy were i ever killed
the tv roared with misconceptions
and books have teased with intellectual facades
i pretend to wake up in the garden
after an infinite night without god