I stand among the beautiful As I watch the wise Moments among perfection Hallowed night witnessed lie I’ve had too much whiskey Warmth it tells me so My bed it duly summons Yet its comfort I ignore Tomorrow’s a place I despise Alarm to ring or faze As though stars would hang silent Upon my fluttering gaze Important to some economy I am yet to understand My heart it seethes in Nevermore A rapping broken hand The bugs that rule my abode Mock my clichéd stare Upon such wall I hang my art To find them preening there Talent it has escaped me Average now I strive to be Toasting all charming devils That can only laugh at me Words spiral and land Within twisted bitter mind Denied a dozen years A dream I took to bride Tears shall splinter pavement When all comes to be Doomed as now as from birth To mediocrity 2001
Danny Matier 