I have no idea what possessed me to write this poem, but it's the first one I've written in months, so I decided to post it. It ain't good by any means, but at least I'm compelled to do something after all this time. (Update 7-15: For some reason the comment link hasn't been working on this, can't find URL. I'll see what I can do about that.)

I want to die on a cold day

the smoke of my bones
sullying a leaden sky
my soul clinging fast

to the wheels
of heaven

groaning over stars
seen from the
backside
light reversed

black holes
whirring like saucers
in a b-movie

riding the tunnel
of light through
a prism bent in
shades of gray

diffused melodic
dispersal of
protons

shotgun approach
to universal nothing

boom scatter
boom scatter scatter

a silent rock band
of negative matter
windmill on strings
of rays

solar wind tooting
the horn of
silence

it's like jazz in
the void

yeah jazz in the void

all that noise
and nothing

much