EMPTY DIARY                                      1985




The ghostly writer of his own biography, 
The unknown hand decides to write 
His Final Will and Testament.
But who will say he is of sound mind and body ?
Send him a bribable lawyer, 
Send him away to the graveyard
Scent the letters in every word and scribble
Syllables in the margin
His brain, body and spirit are working like Babel

Entire weeks that he could not remember at all
Blank spaces in the little notebooks frighten him,
Not even half filled with sixth form prose or lists
Seeing a naked page is disturbing 
After the event of time passed
What happened, did he do NOTHING?

Where did all the days go, endless and vast?
There must be SOMETHING 
To put on these hours
Some thought, some new learning, 
Anything at all
Sick at the seeming waste of space and time
Confused and scared, 
Too stoned to recall,
He reached the last page of his diary
Empty as all those before it
And wept like a broken man.


/// Another glimpse into the fracture before the mindquake arrived.///