Cocaine

I sit and look up - 

up into the night sky - 

and see the lights of a

plane - 

and wish myself on it - 

it taking me anywhere - 

anywhere but here - 

here where the cigarettes and wine

dull the

pain

of an overcrowded

mind filled with inconstant

dreams, unable to find a path - 

convinced of absolute failure.

Ah, this is why people take

cocaine!

(London, February 2007)