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THE BEND OF THE BRANCH
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JOURNAL#4 he's so very handsome now
that was the first thing I noticed
when he walked in
with that lumbering cow
hindsights a funny thing
it only comes too late but to
a handful of fools
and idiot me had to play by
my own sorely stubborn self made rules
when one waits so patiently for a chance to
begin again
how quickly the ardor cools
in the pit of my stomach a violent wave of
thickening self pity pools
jealousy and rage are natural if taken in
moderation
but how easily they make their mark with
brutal childish merits
and turn the soul to stone from its very
creation
in search of further kindred spirits
poetry is a vehicle I often use to be
ridden from my sanctified soul
getting away from my maddened self
is my constant ongoing goal
in my heart there is this achingly empty hole
up until this point in my life
I have not been able to recognize my reoccuring
role
dishonesty must be a proud and mighty fan of mine
our being thrown together is more common than
associating Christmas with forrest pine
men are wonderful but indeed creatures
sexual prowess and marginal banter are two of
their most masking features
life can be if anything at all inconvenient
where in concern to me
good has been most lenient............
(written July 31,1991 am)
