Some people prefer
the fiction
over reality
All I do is recreate
truth
which is,
in effect, fiction
so it makes me wonder
why they can’t
deal with me
I’ll deal with them
but not on those terms
Whoring my soul
to ease their minds
I can not do it
will not do it
No Siree!
for it is impossible
and I don’t mind
telling you so
What you ask is beyond me
nor shall it
ever happen
You say don’t go so far
but I don’t think
I’ve gone far enough
One of us has to change. . .
. . .and I don’t think it’s me
May 9, 1986