My Misinformed Delusion Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Now I am up again, loveless above the meadow:
The most of me a failure in the light-
Looking down at the tossed about cities,
Developing vertigo
And the nose bleeds of forget-me-nots:
And if you have to travel all the way up here to
Find me,
Then you are as if a serpent exploring the higher
Boughs of a tree,
And everything I have said has failed you,
As I come down barefooted in the spurs of the
Graveyards,
And cutting myself on the rusty barbed wire,
I swear and curse and try to kiss you:
As all of the nights knot together in another illusion:
A useless kissing ball filled with cotton mouths,
And the throbbing heartstrings of
My misinformed delusion.