where the Lord seen fit
to give me
full command
over the wily ink
of this
much too readily free
and familiar blue pen
still
I find my rather rye and satirical
self
quite the snot
at my best
and more and more besotted with
my very own skewed ideas
as to just what
poetry really is
quite embarrassingly though
in a short and shoddy admittance
this must read as extreme mental vanity
on the part of such an obviously green and
wanna be poet
why
do you think me fay?
if not
well then perhaps you should............
(July 13, 1999)