RESTLESS RUT

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give me juice for the borrowed beast
for I must travel to the far corners of the
mid east
of all that can be done, this is the very least
but note it is nothing so pure that I could
confess such a deed to my Protestant priest
now, if I were indeed the dedicated catholic
then maybe my conscience could take off
some of the slack
my mission is simply to capture the cow that
ate Cleveland
and outside of that felonious feat
there is no great burning need to take stranger
matters into hand
a wish for success or great critical acclaim
for this humorous yet brazen piece that is not
my exact aim
being with you now
through means of the written word is the only
possible way I know how
shall I go on yes I do believe I shall
I've said I will
so from your face
wipe off that ridiculous scowl
may you unearth some hidden strength
or intelligence in these words, I so crudely
attempt to mince
at that last horribly constructed thought
I involuntarily wince
to understand this small vestige of virtue
I choose to call poetic thought patterns
it would take a student very nearly dense
seeing as this liability I've put upon myself
makes absolutely no sense
now, at this moment , with further comment
I will dispense...........
(written May 2,1991 in the evening)

Author's Notes/Comments: 

to me this reads as a souped up rhyme but this was written early on when I thought of poetry as pretty much only rhyming. I have evolved since then some poems can flow without rhyming.........

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