Black Dog

Black Dog

As I proceed to indite in reluctancy
A vortex in my mind opens up to me
With my imagination running wild
Is it no wonder I feel beguiled

     So much in there, oh what to choose

     I have my sanity to lose

     My feet in mud, my head held low

     No thought neatly in a row
So many thoughts to contemplate on
When one enters, a dozen are gone
My love is vast and covers many things
Remaining open for new ones it brings

     Give me one woman her to kiss:

     my agony would turn to bliss
     my cottonballs would turn to brain

     give me that sweet, bitter, pain
Moving the tide and changing the subject
and take a moment on my life to reflect
if at all it is possible for one to create
a contented mind before it’s too late

     A black dog joins me in the void

     that's me, I'm mightily annoyed

     give me a ladder to climb out

     I'll treat you to a stout!