TOLD OUT COLD

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JOURNAL#3

it's much too late to call upon fate
I'm in too much of an all fired hurry
you see, I can't wait
I long for immediacy in reaction
for me, expediency is a strong and vital
attraction
who invented the ball point pen
such a brilliant contraption
my hand guides it smoothly across the page
as my mind runs itself into a rampant fit
of distraction
so with full force the writing begins
until my hand grows tired and my mind softly
dims
so much paper, so little time but so many pens
what next to write about
well there is always my past imperfect sins
I best watch my step or I may end up verbally
kicking myself in the shins
I love how the rhythmic flow bounces high and
then low
and magnificently blends
a roller coaster couldn't run this fast nor this
smooth
to myself, I have so very much left to prove
all I have to go on is my one time avowed word
but my word is better than chocolate
or haven't you heard
chocolate is better than gold
I know this as sure as strong is equivalent to
bold
on chocolate I am most assuredly sold
this over my head my obesity continues to hold
I'll shut out my thoughts as sure as the heat
secures us from the cold.........
( written April 24,1991 in the pm)

Author's Notes/Comments: 

just an arrogant young mind playing with words............

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