I Suffer Maggots of the Mind

Within the depths of my being

in an exercise of futility

I try to fill

the unfathomable void

of my soul

with a kaleidoscope of substances

sex, alcohol and drugs

all of which temporarily

give me respite

from the raging madness

of alchemical dreams

burning in the moonlit mirrors

I seek a complete derangement

of the senses

suffering from perfumed sounds

on seas of shallow thoughts

as cadaverous flotsam drifts by

I find myself at odds with life