I have days when poems slip in and out of my mind, but I don't write them down. I just let them flutter by, like butterflies. Then I do a flash and out comes goodness knows what!

Out of control

Sinking into oblivion
Through shadows on the wall
Taking nothing for granted
In the world of forgetting all

With jagged thoughts, arrested pain
Sharp-tongued harridans cry
Completing the spectacle
Of last night’s nightmare flying by

I’m wide awake in the knowledge
Of things I’ve never known
I trip the light fantastic
And watch me dance before the throne

I feel the crowd falling on me
I take my curtain call
I am slipping through the mist
And becoming so very small

Alter ego, out of control
Bleeps off the radar screen
Gone, hooray, and good riddance
To the someone I’d never been