Almost

I had an idea to write a poem about a black slide in the summertime, this is what came about in the process.

The mind goes dark
The slide is black
A confused thought
Tumbles into focus
Turning the tide around
Unhealthy

A beautiful day shows a dark cloud emerge in the brains sky, forcing the happiness into the shadows. Thoughts of peacefulness slowly disappear and the monster within rears it's ugly head to bring evil back to the forefront of the thought process. Henry sits at his desk and slowly analyzes his co-workers laughing and joking around the water cooler. With no reason for this energy to manifest itself, Henry lets the darkness within take control and slips into another black slide fantasy of mayhem.

Chief Arbuckle was listening to the voice on the other end of the line while his face kept turning redder by the moment. The mayor was chewing his ass to shreds over the letter he had received yesterday. There were no prints found on it but the message was crystal clear. It stated that the police force was almost as incompetent as the mayor was and it would be proven by making a example of this tragedy in a very public manner.

Mayor Winston was ahead in the polls and a sure victory was soon to extend his time in office. His dreams of one more term as the mayor of the second biggest city in the state would lead to the governors mansion in fashion, that is if they could squash this business without incident. Chief Arbuckle was furious and hoping this call would end quickly. "Yes sir, we are working on it now but you know how many crazies are out there, I think this is just someone wanting attention and we should keep it quiet."

The black metal slide sits in the sand under another hot July sun
Silently waiting for another soul to climb up it's ladder of rungs
To become one with the pleasure and the pain of the magical ride
Requires you to wear shorts offering up skin to stick to the slide

Alas the age of freedom has gone away in the spectrum of time
Slides are made of plastic and sit in a fast food playground
Unhealthy

Building websites is a challenge, it overworks my simple mind
Analyzing each detail, making sure every block can be aligned
I strive for perfection, which sends me spiraling into the blues
So I step back from learning and write, letting these words ooze

The Dawghouse was a vision that you watched evolve over time
Reading posts of frustrations and rants from my altered mind
Encouragement and support was found amongst this fun crowd
Soon I was opening up, no longer feeling like a shadow in a cloud

I accepted my first challenge writing a post for Kevin's great NTT
I was off to the races, unleashing my imagination to truly run free
I eagerly look at what's in reader each day with my eyes open wide
Through all of this nonsense I still can not write about a black slide