Nocturnal Mess ------------------- In this savage darkness I confine myself. And dream of breaking the walls I built around me. Follow the lead of the night, and sing the grasshoppers' tunes. Loneliness teaches you wisdom like no lover can. I speak in rhymes. Every word I write is a poem. Beautiful are the bright lights that shine from the town below. And sad the lone moon when stars hide under the winter clouds. I mark time by minutes, Hours are too long. I sing loneliness its due praise even if my mouth turns sour. Feelings cohort to rebel and resurface again. They must have suspected vulnerability. But I am a cool cat, And when I holler you pay attention. I too, rap to my own grooves. Below my bed is a lone mouse, but I will not extent my hand to him. A human prejudice! When he clamps and runs and cries, I bear witness. And decide not to run him down. Trenches are deep between people who school their thoughts. I admit I will never be not lonely, if every day I drowse, every night I fret. But I speak in rhymes. Every word I write is a poem. I am a cool cat, And when I holler you pay attention. I too, rap my own grooves. I am Keats reincarnated. I replace all the "I"s in Whitman, And celebrate my own, my lone, grandiosity. Sacrifice your disbelief, suspend your suspicion... Hand me a racquet, I am Agassi. When I turnaround and jump, I am KG. I sport fresh fires. I pluck pearls from seas unknown. I would only wear Armani, even if I was a Gandhi. I change people. I too, mingle with multitudes. I date Paltrow and diss J.Lo. When I talk to Daly, he thinks like Donahue. Ignore me at your own peril. Short attention span; I will forget you. I too, create my own melody. You cannot fathom me: I am bottomless. Don't gauze me, I am limitless. I own Mastercard(r), I am priceless. Armstrong found me hibernating in the moon. Read between his blurbs: step, leap, mankind... That is me! I speak in rhymes. Every word I write is a poem. Now the night is nearly over, The lamppost is lighting the fresh snow. I will drowse now, but they will have a bad, bad day. By the way, When I see snow, I feel bad for Neapolean. If I were him, I would have bought those thick Eddie Bauer parkas And marched my men through the length and breadth of Russia. ______ mG.