a farthing of good taste
oh, if only Demoral could be had
angst of my bedeviled muse
rides ponies of wax
across desserts of thought
infested heat
where are you today
off in the wilds of my mind
creating your usual havoc
burning up dried creek beds
and making lavish pools
out of drizzles of mere morning
dew
the mischief rises to rant at its
favorite bitch
what to write about
something with a little more
consistency please
besides the catch all thoughts
that love to linger and clutter
up my creativity
stain like cliches
pickle the juice of my pen
save me euphoric preoccupation
these words need a master
and my own plumbing doesn't seem
to fit the bill
no holds barred
craft the edginess of the soul
disappointed in me
she bends me to her superior will
making me chief slave to her goal
a rescue team for the boredom
these frightful half and half thoughts
milk of what I've always longed to be
A Poet
Focus
A free agent of want..............
(June 26, 2000 11pm)