by Ronald "Modar" Knight


A myriad of sounds assail my senses

as I rouse myself up,

trying to remember that

which sent me to death's little cousin.

Those who mill about my prone form

ignore it with apparent practice

as they go about their own business

oblivious to the concept of aid.

Struggling up to hands and feet,

my ungraceful attempts to rise

impose upon the space

of my reticent companions.

Unsteadily my legs strain

to uphold my wavering body

as I flail for support

upon the nearby structure.

With bland upturned faces

the gentles ignore that which

must be most mundane to them

as I try to remember.

Slowly I creep along

the sacred wall of my safety

that prevents my untimely departure

back onto the oblivion of the muddy street.

After an endless voyage alone

I found myself outside an establishment

that spawns memories into my mind

and renews the knowledge of my demise.

With mustered courage and forlorn hope

I enter once again the oasis I seek

though marked by signs that should say

Abandon hope ye who would enter here.

And as I once again sail

through the sultry air

I cry with a piercing wail,

"Aw ma, I didn't know you had just mopped!"

1998, 1999, 2000, 2001, 2002, 2003, 2004, 2005, 2006, 2007  Ron Knight/Modar Neznanich
2008, 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012, 2013, 2014 Ron Knight/Modar Neznanich

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