Bending Towards the Future with a Grain of Salt in the Eye...

     I twist and turn eagerly, unconcernedly towards nothingness,

               bones cracking, mindless, at peace.

     In the mist a dark grey question looms:

              Why?

              Why?

              Why?

    Green worms head for bomb shelters

              Amid drops of acid rain,

             Amid the deadening orgasm of she-wolves.

     How clearly I see, now dead, now entering Nirvana

            Oh yes. My love was but a black hole

            A lonely piece of light extinguishing consciousness,

                 Slowly, deliberately, beyond reach, beyond sound, beyond silence.