IN MY GUARDED LEISURE

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love sly as well as sex shy

camping out on the by and by

often lost to any form of the term try

and seemingly asking forever why?

can there be no set pace to die

I believe I'll leave this farce of an

unthreaded thought

for there are indeed still much bigger

fish yet to fry

which means I guess that we've come to the

part where we each say good night but in tones

of more so a good bye

even when we know we don't really mean it

all this logic and reasoning always in the end

comes to me but only when I am all alone

brilliance perhaps is born only in careful

retrospect..................

(written Oct. 12, 1993)

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