True I Know Not Poem by Kevin Mireles

Don't you think
I know?
That my life
is going nowhere.

Comparable
to a parable
of fucking nonsense.

I suppose I can find
the motivation
to get up
and go,
go somewhere.

But the horizon
is unforeseeable
amongst the city glow,
the city lights,
the city nightlife.

The day-after
one-night stand
panties draped all over
my nightstand.
You know!

Don't you think I know?
That this shallow
attempt to express
is mundane at best.

An illusion of grandeur,
more like a delusion
of greatness,
raptured blessed.

Yet, well equipped
to skip out
of any project
into corporate America.

Oh no,
there I go again,
speaking about motion
when I am
motionless.