Random Words Conjoined To Form Nothing:

There is no happiness,
Only sorrow.
I can’t hide from it.
I try to drink from the can of joy, but can’t swallow.

It’s all about me and my dreams.
I look for the colors and the hues,
The reds, the blacks,
I can’t choose.

I walk into the bar.
The smell knocks me over.
Old cigarette butts and wasted people.
They glance my way and tell me with their eyes
That I don’t belong there.
I rush back into the noonday sun to see only dark and languid skies.

I study history to learn from it.
The Hopi, the Cheyenne.
The renaissance, the plague.
The infinite turning of the page.
The ultimate warrior, Alexander Haig.

I wonder from where I came and to where I’ll be.
That’s not history.
It’s not pretty.
But, it’s me.