Subject: | Piled on High |
From: | Christopher W. Thomas (creatician@poetic.com) |
Host: | 207-172-227-125.s62.as1.dnb.erols.com |
Date: | Mon Sept 28, 1998 at 11:21AM |
Around the rooms
An untidy gloom
And here I sit ...
Having none of it
Writing the heady thoughts
Instead of being caught ...
In the never-ending loop ...
Of climbing thru all the hoops
For, what does it win ...?
... Just starts a new spin
A round of deep confusion
Of ultimate contusions ...
Where the skin smarts
Darken'd in parts ...
In time, though, they're erased
... To return in another place ...
- Tristram
(c) Christopher W. Thomas
11:22am Monday, Sept. 28th, 1998