drunken angels

It was the dream of wake and sleeping.
Nowhere tears are rolling down the cheek
of a summer day.

Why does this suffering come my way?
What fallen angel landed in my garden
drunk and staggering round with broken wings?
Playing discordant chords
with calloused fingers on electric harp.

The walled garden of my broken mind
encase the synaptic transmission of misery. The grind
of teeth set in aching jaw
bruised and bloody from the night before.

In the privacy of gulping sob.
endless pain, eternal throb,
I am alone.

Fail to wrench ruined self from ruined street
Is anybody here to help me to my feet?
So sorry that I still am here alive
tread this pointless path of nine to five.
Pool of pain
drowns again.
I cannot speak