Rocking Horse



a plate of fries left dangling on a woden sofa


building bridges to be no more


you waited for me in a harvest of exploits


the Boogy Man came to whistle in my ear


to let go of any inhibition


back in my stocking drawer


left hope to nothing more


move to soon'




onto the beating door


my mind was playing tricks on me


sought for further relief


the impulse toward addiction




so I sought for freedom


mercy felt on me


to egnite my flame of dire stockings


to willow in the ardent branch




promote the cause of freedom


the stained archer to yesterdays swell


some seek each day as a guest in hell


shows block the in between