furiously disgusted
and feeling the pitiful extent
of one’s personal impotence
with neither talent
nor opportunity
to take advantage
of our rather poorly
and unwittingly designed
reality
aching from the bruises
of insult
stumbling over every
even the most trivial barrier
and doubting seriously
that there will ever be
a dignified way out of this
yes
i’m snuggling up to despair
a conspicuously snaggled web of failure
dishonest to the core
these unaesthetic visions
these oblong surges
of inner torment
obliquely concealed
even from myself