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my sexuality I hold in the highest esteem
when one goes for long periods of time without
the proverbial 'it'
the frustration builds like the intensity of a
suppressed scream
I'm sure you know that celibate but trite routine
when I am in full emotional locomotion
I use up a squanderers amount of steam
and over the minutest thing I have been known
to bend my spleen
I'm almost too observant or so it would blatantly
seem
I have often before tried to pin point just when
it was I picked up this knack of being near to
naturally obscene
I feel my doing 'this' is just in keeping with
playing my part
I look at poetry as the soul of faceless art
I'd stop the pattern of this persistent persuasion
but privacy is always an open target even to one's
own personal invasion
anonymity holds the key to the equation
in the book of one's rights its referred to on
page one
I can't forget where I come from
I have such strong and permanent roots
the mind is a wonderful creature within itself
but the negative emotions experienced over the
years slowly pollutes
out of my thoughts my innocence has just been
pried
I still feel tethered to the recent presence
of love twice denied
away from active life I guess these days I
have shied
this guess work though is not nearly as true
as it is tried
now how quietly down into my lonely big bed
I slide.........
(written June 13,1991 in the am)