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I don't necessarily need to write

I just feel I have to

some people need constant praise for a job

well done

I need the issues to help lay out my questions

upon the fairness of a few

this concept more than likely doesn't make

much sense to you

leave me alone with a thought long enough and

in my own angry juices I'll slowly start to stew

sometimes it seems I'm getting bigger in a world

that's steadily growing smaller

so little today can be bought with merely a thin

little dollar

I laugh when I think of my mom's old home spun

saying 'if you need me just hollar'

some of the men I used to date I admit now

could have used a good strong flea collar

more so now than then I linger a moment longer than

I should in the near and recent past

why do things like time change and pass by so quickly

why can't they stay the same and lengthen so to longer

last

why is being thin today so absolutely crucial

I have a gorgeously firm brain

whether undressed or not

why can't men see that by getting passed the superficial

it's so hard to explain away how it is I'm currently

feeling

so many changes in the over all outlook have sent

my senses in a tailspin of uncontrollable reeling

to the altar of understanding I am patiently kneeling

as soon as this paperwork is finished

I hope to start the self process of healing

my own heart with its dedication and displeasure I am

sleepily stealing

for I know not yet the extent of the damage for which

I am distinctly dealing

in my own wishful warmly felt words I'm nearly desperately drunk

in trying to get out of the way of my virtual despair

I must stumble over all this admitted junk.........

( written Aug 23, 1991 am)