Space Walker

In the blur
of this weary existence
I wander city streets
seeking some sort
of half ass absolution
for the vast reservoir
of my selfish actions

Always attracting
strange looks
from the judgmental population
as I mutter
half baked poetry to myself
into the indifferent wind

Clumsy stabs
at rhythmic perfection
while spouting
deep reflections
on the meaning
of my ebbing life

All these disjointed
connections
that never seems
to find completed
puzzle resolution

Closure mocks
and eludes me
as horns blare
at the catatonic kook
staring up at the traffic light
in the middle of Strange Street

My padded cell awaits