This one is from 22nd May 1988. It is about my psychology at the time. I am pleased to say that things got better: emotionally, if not poetically.
The essential contraption
A zany machine,
Confusion attainment
The mind made serene;
In a negative process
The brain is revived,
In a crazy invention –
Explanation contrived.
In action conquested
The victor is grey,
The muddled intention
Of these games that we play;
These puzzles and quandaries
We deduce or remake,
In a ponderous riddle
I relearn my mistake.
The cognitive process
Reminds me of wheels,
Caged by analysis
Of just how it feels;
Understanding and intellect
Bar me from life,
And all that remains
Is my wrist and a knife.
Analyse and understand me!
Peculiar?
Curious indeed!
All Wrong 