I write "poetry" every now and then, most of my so-called work is on my blog. This is something I wrote a while ago...
Abstract relations, emotional masturbation
Exceedingly futile, losing its grasp
Vertiginous propositions, contrary to ambitions
Existence unfulfilling thrust in chains that bind
Empty gaze, deprived of feeling
Dumbfounded faces, ignorant of cause
Misrepresentations, dubious manipulations
Extrapolate the meaning, nothingness abounds
Wake up in the morning with existential doubts
By the afternoon, find the meaning of life
Forget it all by the evening’s dawn
When you’re sound asleep another synapse’s torn
Intrinsic mechanisms rule what we observe
Interpret as we may, rush to find the cure
Ignorance is bliss, ignore the thoughts we’ve missed
Pointless utterance, nature’s grotesque romance
Dwell on past mistakes, re-examine what comes next
Second-guess each step, waver, and push the breaks
Promissory estoppel may be set aside,
Cower in your deceit, in your faith, and in your lies
A fruitless exercise to encompass what one feels
In a few lines of text, it seems so surreal
Bystanders shrug and promptly walk away
In a frayed old hat, a dime shines incessantly