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