In my writing, now that br The blocks of childhood br Have been recycled into br Kites that dance on the br Ocean breezes and into br The sunset of another br ‘Aaah'-inspiring closure. br br There are spectators and br Commentators and script writers. br I Am a writer who all-to-often br Comments when I should be br Writing it down and moving br It around on a paper canvass br Until some sense begins to draw br The focus of the mind's-eye. br br Some people live in a bull's-eye br And with the tension that choice br Brings them. I have always been a br Rush-gush-wheew kind of guy who br Spent relaxation time reading, writing br And massaging imagination, about br NOW and the stress-nesting away. br br There is a nakedness in openness br With a truthful balm that is poetic br To soul-consciousness and instructive br To understanding the diversity br Of the human condition. br br A nakedness we clothe in br A fearful couture or in br Street-smart recycling.