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IT'S AS IF
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JOURNAL#3 I am a connoisseur of the written word
I love the rush one's mind gets when it's
intellectually stirred
my thoughts are often written and read but
rarely heard
onto the porch of crooked reasoning
you, I have deceptively lured
all the time words plague me from as far away
as the south side of hell
in my hopeful romantic heart these goings on
do not set so very well
I put the fitful thoughts to paper
for there is no one else to tell
and for a therapist's trained ear
I do not have the dollars in which to shell
I rarely dream but when I do
I am either sedated or sleeping
'It's As If 'a secret from my own soul I am
subconsciously keeping
who can I freely turn to for an explanation
of this bizarre recurrent nocturnal rarity
I only wish for a little aid or assistance in
this matter not charity
I fear if I don't take care of this soon
it may subsequently take care of me
'It's As If' my heart has been mortally wounded
and yet my soul has been left to bleed
so for my own well being
I can only pray for some inner help
in the form of God's own speed............
(written April 18,1991)
