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I once proclaimed

to lay my soul naked on the page

but alas now I must confess

that that quite simply isn't true.

Sure, I put it all down

I put everything on the page

but I cloak it in metaphor

I use allegory as a mask.

I keep the hidden details

deep within my own psyche.

Only those few brave may penetrate

through the defense shield.

Ha! My soul is naked on the page

but kept behind closed doors.

One must search for the key

that will unlock the bolted door

and that remains a tricky task.

Mystery intrigue keep baiting

all the kind readers of this page

Ha! a crock it is but still

I feel no shame in my deceit.

No way!  The words do flow;

the remnants of my fragile soul

are scattered along in broken lines

& inconsistent, frazzled melody.

Like bitter lyrics like sweet rhyme

I keep up with my scheduled time

I hesitate then jot a few words;

look up to the sky to see the birds.

In token rhyme and meter; in form

of broken verse of mad prophets

I try to reveal myself whole

while hiding my warts & keeping

all my horrible scars from view.

Let's pretty it up for poetry's sake

so no one needs to cringe at

all the raw and graphic imagery.

Try not to let on the sweat and tears;

keep it all polite and bright.

And so confession for its own sake

and revealed in metaphor.

Again my soul is exposed nake

What?  You can't see?

Ah, I guess those are the breaks

9-23-92