If sanity is to survive,
The tender, shivering soul must be protected
Like an amicable affair.
A façade against
Today I feel like a cheap ballpoint pen
holding back its ink.
A barely legible scrawl
The night our souls collided
My heart rose and kissed the moon,
Now it lies beneath a roaring sea
Abandoned and marooned.
O'Brien died young,
An overdose of drugs
He was taking for a nervous disorder.
Who now will sit ablaze with indignation
an opal tint distorts the
tightening throat with barbed-wire