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
                                   That
                       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
                             A mystique 
                                Often
                       Perceived as lunacy

About just one thing, his fans & cynics agreed.
      The more you think you knew him ...
           The less you really knew him
                  And ...
            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

                           But ...
                   About his mind
              No one knew a thing 
         Gashed ... alive ... brilliant
                     His mind 
                        Was
             Their judgement seat 

Copyright 2005 from Sam's recently released anthology:

SENSUAL ILLUSIONS