I think a lot of distorted thoughts
and sometimes they become the
parentage of great personal prose
perhaps this occurrence is a figment of
my imagination that is not always so
reocognizable as far as illusion goes
threads of horror sew up tightly my gentle
peace of mind
perhaps for precisely this
the subconscious was indeed designed
what motivates others to go further
in their quest
leaves me at a deafening loss to ridicule
it's hard to follow the path of brilliance
but it's not so difficult to pattern a fool
my many writings are like my attention span
tempered and often short
but always to you my forced to be present
audience, of this dysfunction I feel I must
make a full general report
high expectations are cripplers of the mind
used solely by the cruel
though they will tell you they are doing so
as a way of being kind
in the inferiority of the initial object of
attainment lay the key to their licensed tool
if I am baited I do admittedly snap back
with a demanding question of full silence
with great force
with precise accuracy showered verbally
upon my target with little or no remorse
I often write until I am legibly hoarse
but will only leave these pristine pages
of my notebooks in my own sweetly felt
due course..........
(written June 22, 1991)