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dead awake

while wide asleep

scaring fear

so to future keep

the sleeping muse

that breeds shadows

for the mind to taste

dreary is the bitter dread

still so bleary

eying such endless waste

shredded ideas

lease pages upon pages

in a binder thats never long

forgotten

shucked into the trunk of the

Buick

dimly viewed upon as misbegotten

wheres my brilliance now

I ask an old black and white movie

on the television's screen

in a numbered mail box it replies

somewhere way up three of four states

above

why look

the tears have somehow managed to

misplace their saturated eyes

sight unseen

only a fool regards a man's written

words as his 'Signature To Love'

and know that

of that fool

I am not too keen

though quite to the contrary

now I'm sure

to me is he

the faithless one

who still means

almost everything

why is wronged love

the slowest of all to die

yet realized life lessons

lurk in this ache that

eats at my soul

God really knows his stuff................

(June 23, 1998)