Batteries Not Included

Mind all confused,
soul in turmoil.
I seek the answers to all I fear,
life or death,
flipping a coin worn smooth,
no head, no tail.
can't read my palm.
it's got no lines.
my Tarot cards blank.
the compass spinning wildly,
finally to settle on North-North-West.
a drink from the well,
chocking on a wishful penny.
coughing up blood,
staining my sleeve.
searching for answers,
in yesterday's news.
writing and writing,
but when the book is closed
the words are gone.

   
            2002.03.12.