Lying naked in fields of flowers...Thought invoked stinging, invades my <br />brain's powers.Dreams of stately trauma...Released many an imagined conflicted drama.How can i count my ways? ...The many, many useless days.Bubbling, babbling brooks-so quiet...Peaceful now-later a noisy riot.Quest's so long and tiresome some...Raises questions unlogic and dumb.Of life's many unanswered questions, asked...Many much more, done untasked.A merry Christmas spent down store aisles...Poorly repaid with receipts of denile.How can people reign too rude...As a stranger, real lude and crude-misguided dude.That girl next door with curls of gold...Stole a box of hair dye, t'was not sold.She was bold to take what was'nt hers...Carrying a long emptied, moneyless purse.Jail time was to be in her future...Later on she got shanked by a mis-aimed seuture.<br /><br />Michael Gale<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-many-flowered-field-1/
