Tantalus

Perhaps now I should sleep. For I am so very, very tired

There is a chance, indeed, that I should let go.

Daylight no longer holds the essence

Of chest beating excitement and dilated eyes

That has been delegated to run rampant

In the certainty of my own solitude

My strive for candour deflates my twitching ego

To drag itself along the pavement at dawn

Leaking orgone fluid in university vestibules

And shits synapse of self-deprecation.

The closed bracket is reflected, left open

A temporary city stalks my monolithic gaze

The fear in my blood flees for my gullet

And comes finally to rest like buckshot in my gut

Ruptured for a lack of organisation and apology