Poetry: Echosightings Vol II, MINEFIELD CARTWHEELS

Between Sex
Drugs and
gettin' too old
The slander
is dropping by the 
planeload
Pockmarking the
Field of mind robbing
This Peace of 
mine
But only for a moment
I spin the anger they try to
Foment
into reckless abandon
Unwavering passion
Relentlessly
seeking to fashion a
greater reality
From this fertile
Field of mind
Even if only to 
Restrain me
from giving them a
Piece of mine