I felt the sheer physicality of disorder
Natural law brought from normalcy to the very feet of the unresolved
My foolhardy paradise was in momentary question , bewildered acreage seeking every direction , to the keeper his insignificance , to points East the coming wrath of his Maker ..

I wrote a story about April , she thanked me with a
yellow butterfly trimmed in black .. A Catawba worm
busy spinning webs , determined seedlings adrift just above the tall green grass .. I should write a poem for June at the beginning of May , of fanciful
flowers and fluffy chicks , homemade vanilla ice cream with cinnamon sticks . Blue candy sky with a marshmallow cloud , a laughing frog ,
a summer day of boating on a faraway pond ..

Hysterical Robins coerce the midday sunshine ,
What bedevilment and gaiety fosters in Springtime
Teeming kingdoms under leaf cover , mistletoe , Angel hair ,
powder filled breaths of mystical warm air ..
Mischievous Pucks running amuck , locking eyes with
a Centaur 'neath the tall Pine , a shy Sprite up high , blowing good wishes unto you and I ... A whimsical Raccoon giving a good belly laugh , a tickled turtle cat-napping in the sawgrass ..Old Mister Maple telling tall tales of Lemonade oceans , powdered sugar beaches and Gingerbread whales  .

What maniacal deception lies beyond these dulled streetlights
Along seeable avenues under the nights waning , Gibbous Moon
Burrows of iniquity , soma profiles along deafening boulevards ..

Unchecked religious theory assumes the form of an economical meal from which lunacy devours freely and selfishly ..

Misty morning tranquility ..
Tell of your prequel to daylight if you please ,
Soothe the weeping skies , keeping the March storm at bay
Culling the colorful , fragrant flowers as a gift upon my table ,
Exposing the facade of nighttime , the western winds that reveal the day .
An eager cloud lowered to Earth , to paint natures palette in a most curious way ..

Lend me these hillsides where I might find solace amongst her fauna
To abate my scorching thirst from the ample cistern of knowledge and direction .. A reservoir whereto chalice the unknown , purging the acrid , barren desolation of opinions imprisonment , to drink freely thereof .. O'er the Live Oak promenade , privy to 'Mother Natures' exacting architecture and abundant goodwill , along the rustling banks of the Flint Basin .. My flourishing , cascading 'Educator '..

Crappie running in beds along the lit docks , bridges and abutments .. Flathead catfish bigger than a grown man at the base of the dam , Largemouth bass hitting shad like battering rams , early morning , late afternoon and darkest night .. Hardwood forest brimming colorful shores , stoic Whitetail Bucks dining on acorns , field nuts and sweet moss , Canadian geese and frozen shorebirds working her tributaries and inlets .. Smokey water silhouettes relayed by whippoorwill hymns , the first angelic beam of the morn striking her poetic surface .. Lake Jackson returning to diurnal joy , across reflective , freshwater twirling plains ...

Periods of elder insanity have provided a now -and -then entrance for the creative spirit
To explore unknown avenues painted with colors , hues we cannot begin to understand ..
To go beyond the birth to death yik - yak , reaching for something  
higher on the cosmic shelf , poetry on avenues currently imperceivable to the layman , human mind ..
I welcome my burgeoning loss of contact someday with this overwritten , love -hate world , praying to be released from the 'Earthly soup' and vented higher !

Carefully repairing a last cigarette at midnight
Fumbling , searching through an ashtray tonight
Drunk with yellow stained fingertips , stale tobacco
breath .. Smoking butts from the stinking trash can on this
hard luck night .. A table full of liquor and no cigarettes tonight ..