deeper is the purest knowledge
flailing me in an almost angry jest
opt for immediate escape
grim habits press for such a quest
where stands my prized irons of for thought
once the very anchors to life's cruel tide
that vile and unscrupulous ghoul remorse
she marks me of all people for her guide
though all available options bare little
resemblance to what they really are
I am left sprawled against a chilling wall
of logic
bound in rusting chains of seem less self
doubt
hopeless, though not by far
I feel the hungriest of the wolves guarding
my writer's block until they see it fair to
let me out
and as I further strain to battle such
devious habits of the none too unforgiving old
the bruised and battered subconscious steps forth
to unwaveringly aid me gain my before unbearable
hold
the playing of Hunter in one's own mind can be
at best a somewhat tricky if not dangerous
endeavor
unrevealed mystery is after all a fashioned
form of weapon
while the latest acquisition is of course quite
the cherished treasure
indeed, truly successful poets must own the
finest self made mental shovels that there are
around
that is if one truly wishes to discover deep
within himself what has not before been found
freshly mined originality that is clearly uncut
while none too tightly bound...............
(Aug. 14, 1995)