Compos Mentis
Saint Paul, 29 December 2004
Sub-zero wood-splitting, a sinewy elm detonates
From eye-hand salvos that disintegrate them
Like the crack of the maul, the mind is a big-hearted tyrant
In high hat and tails, the ringmaster of logic
Motions for the audience to join him in the ring
Through dry eye sockets, the autocrats of involuntary
Abandon the wires dedicated to now slack-jointed limbs
In half-witted defiance, the Kaiser of consciousness flees like
An arctic cold-snap whistles in the eaves of a detached garage
Yet through a devil-may-care skate over the black ice of senility
Our minds release a slow-drip that colors each vibrating string
Like Aurora Borealis showcasing our favorite constellation