" RANDOM POSSIBILITIES "

There are a vast number of intricate possibilities invading my cranium
A moving vision of volatile, destructive, perceptions and graying geraniums
Like a Temple garden of elusive, blooming, ideas and absurdities
Creating fluidity inside of me and a Thesaurus herding each word in me
Explosions of images and graphic new languages speaking nonsensically
But making perfection of reflections in memories and destiny's
Coming to conclusive opinions of atrocious abnormalities
And irreverent sermons from preachers and priests and Saints
Who pray on the front steps of government holdings and restraints
Tackling the issues of future events and possible predictions
Itching to take their time losing and scratching their convictions
To really say nothing at all....

Tony Taylor   (Chicago)