a thorn ridden thought just twice crossed over my
broad sided brain
bruising my tender sides with its poker like inflicting
pain
residue from orchards of conflict
contract my rigid resistance only to then again
constrict
and my sanity gets challenged as the emotions get tackled
and tricked
creative thought scatters like dust as each mental
channel gets momentarily flicked
the old motor is still in good working order but
idling slow
so off this predictable page and into
'Addictive Oblivion' I quietly go............
( written June 20, 1992 am)