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misguided

that he was

by his own flawed calculation's folly

his small, angry mind

hastily labeled me tramp

and I

laughing at his own wrinkled, stale

inadequacies

stood there

far taller than he

in the question of character

and took the brunt of his abusive drivel

for he

a hypocritical, judgmental , staggering drunk

to speak at me

his vile, pedantic spew

scarred any minimally possible accuracy of

such shallow view

impotent to our differences was he

being so focused

yet with specific out dated blinders on

could not detect

from such detached content

that I deliberately refused

to point out his own

squandered short comings

not to his sardonic circus clown face

but just now

to this objective page

he walked away

every bit too focused on the narrow negative

so much so

that the slant of his own sharp, angry feelings

splintered his axle of worth

to go on making those same gutless character

assassinations

when I recently heard he had married

I wondered

how could any woman link herself to such

heartless ice

and in my warmer moments

I simply pitied his poor wife................

(written Nov. 12, 2002 930pm)