spilling magnificently into my mind
are cultivated seeds of graphic mis design
they over flow my already too many cups of self
preoccupied thought
that I once so creatively considered to be
solely mine
how so very inappropriate that feels
like spilling expensive old wine upon long sad
letters of gentle appeal
the life between the two is now no longer
I am captivated by the remorse that bleeds
beneath the blunder
and my excitement for the further muse is
zapped and put asunder
tragedy riddles my spirit's concern
and blinds all wisdom
to the view of fleshed wonder..............
(Dec. 27,1997)