What have I failed to piece together?
My thoughts, just this morning,
arose dirge-like from their inhospitable grounds
and wove garlands of fragmented prose
o’er the no-space to which they’re doomed.
Quite a few tokes later,
and I was bored to an unnatural peace.
It appears I’ve a new lease on life,
but it’s month-to-month.
I require mouth-to-mouth
to feel motivated, but without
a willing breath to suck,
I fear that I shall languish indefinitely.
That’s no so easy, is it, sighs the bit of me
being teased by voluptuous nostalgia.
That’s not so easy, ergo,
you must forever remain hard.