" THE TEMPLE GARDEN OF BLOOMING IDEAS..."

There are a vast number
Of intricate possibilities
Invading my cranium,
A moving vision
Of volatile, destructive,
Perceptions and aging geraniums,
Like a Temple Garden
Of elusive, blooming ideas
And absurdities,
Creating fluidity inside of me
And a new age thesaurus
Herding each word in me,
With explosions of images
Graphic new languages
Speaking nonsensically,
But making perfections
Of ruthless reflections
In memories and destiny's,
Coming to incongruous
Conclusive opinions
Of atrocious abnormality's,
And irreverent sermons
From pretentious preachers
Vatican's priests and saints,
Who pray on the front steps
Of government buildings
And well planned restraints,
Tackling the issues
Of future events
And impossible predictions,
Itching to take their time
Losing and scratching
Their pre-determined convictions,
To really say nothing at all
Except that, which will help them
Maintain and perpetually
Wield,
Invisible power,
And predetermined,
Hallucinations...

Tony Taylor   (Chicago)