The bed
with tangled sheets
subdued breath
and a faint heart beat

Lies dormant
in silent torment
a mute witness
to all this sordid business

Being locked in a past
forever repeating
seeing shadow people
vainly connecting to feel

But this body
is sadly disconnected
another Friday night
lost to the under 30 crowd

Not seeing one friendly face
to erase the ugliness of this place
where is this lost generation?
home in bed, or possibly dead?

Gone for so long
and tragically forgotten
paying homage to them all
in this discomfited nonsense

Given up the cigarettes
and battery acid drinks
which only makes one slink
off into the corners

Too stupefied to think
no final calls,
with the last rejected dregs
who wish nothing more
than to soil another body
on some grossly stained bed

mathiasthom
written 10/22/10