there's nothing wrong
I am almost happy to say
should I be sorry for this
why of course, yes way
why carry one's troubles
on such an open air tray
in my realm of reality
there are two nights
for each dreaded day
and I live on this edge
of this precipice of fault
and into such a bargain for belligerence
I have slowly been bought
most creative responses are hard won
yet et droit
instantly over my obvious dysfunction
I become maddeningly distraught
knowing full well there is no makeshift market
in which to dump this self possessed lust
so I push myself a step too far
and chip away at my curved yet coveted crust
because right now getting inside of my inner most soul
is imperative
so for it I'd die just a little
if I must...................
( written Feb 18, 1992 am)