would you like to view my apolstered brothel
like little hell
where I hide myself away from all natural
and thwarted feelings that I can't easily quell
I'll be here forever but that's still only a
short time
why do I put down such a hellishly wonderful place
a place to call all mine
everone wants a little piece of me
but no one seems to understand that you can only
give so much of yourself away and still remain
full intact
illusion is what the vast majority of the public
lives under
but reality comes clearly to only those of us who
recognize the difference between fiction and fact
what makes people attracted to me
shows the true face of the impossibility of the
actual situation
that's it in a nut shell
but let me further elaborate on my initial
explanation
love in its absoute purest form is found easiest
in the face of any child
passion defined by an adult could be described as
chemistry and desire
but among the young the answer would be vaired
and mild
the kind of man I'm looking for is stable and sweet
the combination of the two is nearly impossible to
out do or beath
happy people have to work hard to animate outward
their deep inner joy
what you see is what you get from them
there is no seemingly hidden ploy
I am just one person battlling myself
to do what I do just this once
but know fully that whatever this is
that I tirelessly do
makes me as proud as punch
( written Aug 1,1991 am)