I am the needle in the hay stack
and of course strangely enough
the straw that broke the camel's back
I am also the first to speak out
yet the last to grumble or gripe
for indeed I am what 'The Great One'
likes to call me the eternal poet type
you know the one, he will invariably say
the wench who always knows what she's talking
about but lets the big dictionary words get
in her way
he calls me that to knock me down a peg or two
I should suppose
he knows when to open his mouth
where as I know not when mine I should close
inspiration comes in all sorts of strange shades
and sizes
meaning I should discipline myself solely to the page
this ' The Great One' so often advises
one day this vicious talent he fears will upon me
turn
and from its private treason a most valued lesson
I will be forced to learn
with my usual sarcasm laughing at my side
I must give voice to my brief astonishment
for his wish of becoming immortalized via this page
on this idea he's not merely single minded
he's bloody hell bent
so as you read my words 'Great One' you'll see my
sincerity and tolerance were indeed well spent
though what you can't see is in my eyes burns a
wickedly narcotic, little, green glint...........
( written Jan. 8,1992 am)