I sat in a nook for years & jotted my lines
ecstatic if wind & tears had rotted my lines!
I wandered in rain & sun and rarely I slept
too bad if nor waves nor piers unclotted my lines!
the eyes of beautiful women nurtured my dream
the violence of their lashes dotted my lines
their globes sufficed for religion heaven & earth
were charting my course at times I shouted my lines
the clouds and branches became my cinema screen!
who cared if no literatus spotted my lines?
abandon served for a credo strife a refrain
alas if hints of ill manner snotted my lines!
some days a heavenly thought inspired my pen
some nights a desolate feeling naughted my lines
distrusting rational speech I preferred to croon
a caffeine-nicotine frenzy plotted my lines
ornate casinos accepted my gambling mood
in glib Mayavic machines I slotted my lines
my poems came out as flowers bees & moonbeams
as ants they crawled as flies I swatted my lines
I loathed publication & loved to grind my ink
lauding the muse her glimmer alloted my lines
what did we seek? transformation many expired
an obscure naive mirage besotted my lines
enough! the garrulous fantasy swoops & fades
I've meanwhile pruned & watered & potted my lines
old Raphael! you were simply passing the years?
I sought unwinding yet something knotted my lines