on the wilder side of the predictability of tame
memories reprimand sorrow and call upon shame
where the constant line of forbidding fire all too
quickly draws
as upon the same virtual medium of unexceptional
after thought
simplicity starts to fizzle, slows then crawls
on its soil less hands and knees
refusing absolutes to believe
it is invariably caught
in the web of depreciation's dire search
for the soul swept center
where all fond freedom lies
for it now is being written that if you manage
to murder the spider
you get to keep all the flies...............
(written Nov. 3, 1993 pm)