where was it that you awoke
and saw the treason of your words
throwing your body down the stairs
sisyphean and resolute
where was it that you saw yourself
vomit dribbling down your chin
knowing true that you've become
a stain, a putrid pool of oils
where was it that you tore down
your tarnished silver trophies
burning laurel wreathes
in the center of your bed
where was it that you engraved
the list of all your failings
on the marble columns of museums
and wooden floors of friends
where was it that you collapsed
in silence and indifference
strewn across a vacant trail
that hounds no longer run
where was it that you turned
to total isolation
calculating the precise moment
when you could disappear