barbaric accessories has never been my bag
but give me a sharp and rusty pen any day
and I'll eventually make up for the lag
for there of stands the ultimate dilemma
of all man's time
just when to put down the writer's pen or
continue on with the aggravating rhyme
when blending one's soul for the complex
pleasures of the page
one comes to route out one's own mind
surrounding the use of such desperate forms
of rage
where a path of small blood droplets lead to
wounds found only in the mind
one collects what one can from the forming
pools of the fading force of creativity
that somehow gets left behind
remarkably enough though the mission is
further fueled
when deep sleep guards the terrified mind
from its own hellish rule
because then you awaken to a new day's
surprise
that while you were out nightmares ascend
your unsuspecting eyes
and true reality once again
meekly took the back seat
and so goes it with yet another day under
the skin of a near tortured poem
whom she herself
does not readily care to repeat................
(April 8, 1994 pm)