Moment of Now (Self Help IV)

Drinking too much lately

In my drunkard’s maze, the world seems colorful, and

I can feel excitement bubbling up from inside, so organic

 

Get high with music beat, at times I forget

how cacophonous life can be

If lucky, I can dance with it

 

Why do broken hearts bring out clarity and masterpiece?

When flooded in happiness, poetry doesn’t rhyme

Is being self-destructive equal to creative?

 

Answer me, Baldwin, Hemingway, Plath, Simone and Winehouse

 Will soulfulness be distilled from soulless misery?

The sonnet of the past don’t always contribute to wisdom of the future

 

If I have a smoke, that just makes me dizzy and sleepy

But it rescues me from insomnia

I am here in my mold. I can’t change, eh no  

Let me close my eyes

Just for now