I gallop the speed in my harnessed pace and range
though strongly advised that I should not expel
even a vestige of change
from the cycles of life there vanishes the flow
as creativity spurns disregard for saddles outgrown
harbors of old remain firm in their rickedy ports
I play this field of little praise as a dedicated
athlete would his sports
variation sets the board to keep any opposing score
am I up for the challenge
I say hell yes! bring on the war
words accumulate and arm themselves for a game that
has yet to be played
then I haul out the heavy artillery as the dawning
starts to fade
sunset means a final closing of the doors
to an agile mind that has seen such grand openings
before
so rushing the ink skin I scrimmage to scrawl
until out bounds the purest form of a complete
idea as to what I originally saw
good game boys
the piece is finished
even if it is a little raw...................
(Dec. 22, 1994)