ME SELF

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JOURNAL#3

perhaps I want to understand and just simply can't
observation is in ready supply but conception of
this very personal subject scant
people who think they understand me receive
the brunt of my destructive humor
they learn quickly that I am not a publicly
released product
nor are they my general consumer
I don't worry about myself all that much
I come out on top more often than not
like a rub given by the Dutch
sometimes, I feel brilliantly stupid
on the other hand half of the time I feel
stupidly brilliant
one half of me is the proper pessimist
the other half singularly resilient
what I do to myself on a daily basis as I write
is a form of masturbation of the mind
no matter what I receive from the writing
in the end, something else in its place is left
behind
and once again to this loss, my name is
unsapiently signed
to everyone I give out my private thoughts
and then they are no longer solely mine
and so forth, down upon my own head
I willingly bring a form of self decline..........
(written April 30,1991 in the afternoon)

Author's Notes/Comments: 

this piece reads a tad too pedantic to me.

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