Side Effects Of Thinking

            If only I could make decisions without the aggravation of thought
            I might find new shoes on my feet..  A letter from my daughter..
                          More than dust and ghosts in my bed.
            Wandering in the afterglow of the latest surrender to temptation
            I stumble past sleeping dogs lit by the moon whose epileptic dreams
                                are truly blessed..
            Beneath nightmares perched like music frozen in a divine moment..
          The newest romance with contrition never fails to be the most enigmatic..
                                    Home again...
                            Wilson pickett on the stereo..
                    The cat has brought me a winged & bloody tribute..
                The once white walls now stained a pretty shade of nicotene are
                      unable to contain her indifferent affection for me...
                    Well...  The day wont break for several more hours
                            and sleep ignores my flirtations.
                            Memory drifts to childhood..
              crayon colored pictures on refrigerator doors..Drive In movies..
                  The first indication of strange happenings in my pants
                  after Michelle Osborne hit me with a sock of marbles...
            I showed my interest by presenting her with a dandelion bouquet       
                        which she immediatly threw in the dirt
                          and began throwing rocks at me.. 
                          Thus a life long  tone was set...
                          And I couldnt have been happier..