tbc....continued

P-3

drifting thoughtwaves
a visit to a safehouse unknown in reality
my destination in a year's time
sisterly invitation, probably not in totally good faith
but i still hold her to her promise,
my hazy friend shall, i hope, accompany me
she and i deserve a vacation
somewhere far from our duties,
her baby may come too
but that is up in the air as yet
and i need no more complications,
but that is still so far from now that
i cannot dwell on it,
sooner i shall venture out with the warden
she is giving me a paroled weekend
even a day and a half out of work
all to enjoy a break, a time away,
i shall be forced to stay clean
she must not come to know
of my weaknesses for the excesses
i will be doomed if she discovers my secret;
even that is too far ahead
too worry over, now.....

P-4

my eyes grow weary
but the muse forges on,
the need to write superceedes the lack of motivation,
my muse knows no lack of words
only the release expulsion brings,
so i do submit to her needs
allow the epic to be created
and save these entries for the future's reference,
to see where i have been,
to remember the travels of my alter-ego;
a catogue of underdeveloped prints
pressed between pages we ourselves have given birth to,
the flow is steady, the drift is blinding,
yet i return to the glass
over and over to refuel my muse.....

tbc