Slate polished and empty
Waits for the strokes
Carelessly spent a plenty
As if the searing smoke

Of the unthought words
Burn endlessly in the mind
Leaving entries scrabbled towards
A message cryptically defined

Spits a confused jumble
Atuned to a jigsaw answer
As the minds puzzle tumbled
Assembling random swears

Until the slate is frantically arranged
Awaiting the the malevolent response deranged

11/03/2004