Written sometime between 11pm and 7am at the what? Roadway Inn? motel, anyway, Grants, New Mexico. Probably 2002, 2003. Hell, it wasn’t me who was depressed. Can’t recall what inspired this:
The Voyeur
Soul sucked darkness from eternity
Fashioned this, my tiny room;
This monumental construct of infirmity;
This animated tomb
With a peephole to observe
The profanity:
The bell shaped curve
Of insanity.
From Poems of the New Old West, copyright 2003, NineLives Press, Jack Purcell
So Far From Heaven 