if I am never published
it does not really matter
to me anyway
for I write only for God
and my so preoccupied self
(well, and an occasional possible reader)
of what
well
for God, I praise
and for me
perhaps I belittle
but mostly I only wish
to better understand
so the poet, in her way
explains complex concepts to
the layman
and the layman happily takes the credit
for all the knowledge attained
being me
is like
realizing one's own
schitzofrenia
but always having the correct medication for it
at all times
I am so enrapt with words
they are my tireless dance partners
and I,
their not so beautiful bell of the book worm's ball
so eager to get in their every dance
before the band packs up and goes home........
(written Oct. 29, 2001 5am)