Lavender Daze

There are times when I enter
A lavender daze
And the tumbleweeds bebop
Around in my brain
As the plot for some novel
Clatters down through the maze
Of a Galton board forest,
With beads striking pegs
In search of a pathway
That's real yet surprising,
Subversive, diverting,
And uncompromising.
In that groggy condition,
I may not perceive you;
Quite often I bounce back from
Human collisions
And wonder what happened:
"What invisible bumper
Has hampered my progress?"
Says this cracked Humpty Dumpter.
I ooze out ideas
And superfluous sidetracks
That meet up in vanishing
Pointillist abstracts.
I lose all awareness . . .
Every erg of my essence
Is spent in computing
The end of a sentence.
So forgive me, my friends,
If I push, shove, and trample--
When this writer's at work
He's a lousy example.