remember
fair of thee
he is not
he who rambles on
across another's pitched woo
taking yet another wounded prisoner
of the heart
breathing a lived life shallow
to lift a dirty shot of whiskey
while cursing an unaware and crying woman
do you think her pillow deserves the salty
residue of her blood and tears
it seems so
as the bruises across his silently angry fist
still quietly agree
trust me 'Bash'
it may all be alright now
but in a few days, weeks, months or years
she will leave you
and then the law will have its say
in your miserable unmanly little life
I just can't wait to see her grow the
courage...............
(Nov. 4, 1999)