this daily labyrinth again begins,

hot coffee and a titanium cigarette.

enduring memories of absent friends,

liquid sorrows and gaseous regret.


never far enough from the daily grind,

fondly reminiscing dark corners of mind.

gaps in my synapses with ghosts between,

chewing on matches and sipping gasoline.


got emotions to ride, and moods to bend,

all the corners turn 3 sheets to the wind.

flames from the gas seem to null the din,

so far from the daily labyrinth, I prescind.


words spawn tornadoes from test tubes,

psychedelic dreams morph from simple cubes.

read the thought conveyed, not the word,

ever cautious of whisperings unheard.


a free range wooly black sheep

living the nightmares of trouble deep.

oft to ride the daily labyrinth again

after leaving the confines of my pen.