DANCING IN THE MIND-FIELDS

Wasted wanderings, pointless ponderings,
washed out dream launderings,
the thunder roaring in my veins as reason dies
ruptures the souls of slumbering butterflies,
cacophonous echoes in seashell ears
as electric sparks burn hemispheres

and I'm left
bleding from the shrapnel
of the mind-fields.

A sad lover's tune, a lunatic poet's moon,
a tsunami emotion swoon,
there is no rebirth or remolding
when you've reached the point of imploding,
there is no sanctuary to construct
to muffle that slow ticking as you self-destruct

and I'm left
bleeding from the shrapnel
of the mind-fields.

Confusions of delusions and illusions
and reality intrusions,
a casualty of collision,
a blind man seeking vision,
dancing in the mind-fields,

dying in the mind-fields.....

June 8,1996/August 3, 1999