Poem: Exhaustion (Elton Glaser)

I lie down in the Dark Ages, another night deficient in ecstasy.
I’m tired of the old laws and the new laws and the laws they’ve been thinking up
     between breakfast and delirium.
I’m not feeling world-historical tonight, though I can still smell the stench of a
     rotten hypothesis, like eggheads left out too long in the sun.
My mind’s one wrinkle away from ravenous black