I see my writing as my fighting
and my mind is my cue
to me, to put horse before the cart is like trying
to eat the pot to somehow save the stew
what bites also underlines even as it excites
there is a place that remains faithful to any rapid
addiction
poetry to me is quite an attractive drug in which I
enjoy even as I suffer from its mild side effects
and frail self infliction
no one but myself could know its real and actual
purpose in my life
so grace me with but this one simple and unhindered
moment of tragedy and truth
while thou est tries to forget and forgive me my many
mistakes gathered in my youth
for out of nothing
severing from one's highly personal past
cancels out a large portion of strife
giving one, gentle opportunity to take back one's
own life................
(written Nov. 5, 1993)