Dew dropped and pot holed

Anger to music, pen to paper and hand to cheek

And the love in a flutter of angel's wings

Carrying me on a whispered promise

A distant longing far off constancy

And clarity, sweet clarity for that magic microsecond

The activated complex—never will I understand its complexities

And the beat, that never ending drum and the fear of an ending

It's falling apart, built on newspaper clippings

Swelling with ideal gases

And tied together with ribbons of Ginsberg

A faint hint of peppermint piquancy

Steeped in acetic musings

And dissolved in cadaverous sanity