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as I pen another poem and pocket it to my hip

I win back the trust of the night as I cryptically quip

don't worry about any penalties because that's just

another way of getting jipped

don't be so complimentary for if they wanted lip service

they'd give you a tip

a moment before your throat they would then slit

there is no room for any non-committed mess or political

split

life is funny until you tell a good joke

then you realize its not so funny after all

in the world of big bucks, big names and strange games

one can feel so utterly unimportant and small

I'm not so much afraid of the impending climb compared

to the distance I may unknowingly have to fall

and sometimes in my quest for what's worthwhile

on the inside I rub myself raw

in many of my frequent writings my immaturity can

almost be felt and heard

in light of what's happening now in my limpid life

compared to then my speech is garbled and slurred

my confidence to my heart has not been tightly

secured

so I continue to hide behind the written word

writing for another and not yourself is just one

form of being insincere

listen to me I should know something of what I'm

talking about seeing as its my professed career

people are not so often as they would present

themselves to appear

and in our watching out for just those sort makes us

trip over those that we hold so very dear

I want to explain myself to you so to make myself

undeniably clear

know that this noticeable sense of uneasiness I could

almost come to revere

it breathes in the face of humiliation yet fraternizes

with fear

it has no other use nor purpose other than to

habitual heartache itself to adhere

but when it leaves me even only for the briefest of

moments

at its betraying back I snarl and sneer

and in one cold and desperately dark moment how I

wish you too could be with me right here..........

(written Sept 2,1991)