the work
of late
 has been
   a series
 of random
   thoughts
strung together
with no rhyme
 nor reason
in hopes that
 perhaps
some inner creature
might shine forth
like a beacon
   it seems though
 the creature is more drug addled than one would have hoped
  and the light is more like 
the flick of a bic in a dark alley
and
 for that
I apologize
to myself
and the world