Mark R Slaughter (1957)

Folds of brain unravel
Under loneliness of inner thought -

A nakedness that has to hurt when
Cranium leaks out the poems thro'
Starboard hemispheric strain

The right-side strings it all together

See

Yet

Pains my consciousness to
Drill a deeper tunnel, finer channel
Help the inner me command
Control of my insanity

Thro' honed expression -
Mould it
Somehow
Let it brim unwittingly

Neuronal chatter
Spits out another poem

They call it being a poet
When left side is cast aside
For right side to bastardise
The logic

Leaving me betwixt a shadow-ghoul
And my façade:
The ego and the id presented.