A Misunderstood Lunatic
His life … if you care to know … was like a cloud of smoke
A swirling haze that seemed in no hurry to dissipate
The fury ... of his existence was like ...
A veritable derision of life itself
Yet life clung to him like ...
An inflated curse
A man ...
So easy to hate
So impossible to ignore
Like a repugnant haze
No pinprick could penetrate
His life was shrouded ...
In the thin fog ...
Of his indecipherable psyche
All around him … an aura swelled
Like a whoop of vulnerability
Perceived as lunacy
About just one thing, his fans & cynics agreed.
The more you think you knew him ...
The less you really knew him
A desire to penetrate this myth
Became their common goal
Yet his life was like a dour billow …
Over which the sun never seems to shine
About his mind
No one knew a thing
Gashed ... alive ... brilliant
Their judgement seat
Copyright 2005 from Sam's recently released anthology: