tonight I write in a curious fright
most odd is the light that shines
just so bright upon my right
(the right side of my brain that is)
my left does much so the better
with the weight of artsy paste
still clinging to my matter so gray
and it is there where I have my way
the page reflects my won arguments
with the more logical side of my much
weaker self
and in this flight of fancy manner
for me there is no adequate help
and the Lord I know I must thank for this
even though talent can sometimes seem
like such a dirty word.................
(Aug. 24, 1996)