MUDDLED GRACE

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JOURNAL #20

the wreckage of my garbled thoughts

strewn rather haphazardly across a clearly

unmade bed

where once was the fabulous fall out of a most

formidable obsession

are now far too simply shrunken shards of

ill-favored grievance

sorely dissatisfied upon the completion

of their blame less birth

yet upon first view

most objectively speaking

of course

they seem rather

quite favorably arranged

I feel compelled to audibly confess

in a purely self bartering moment

a wave of gritty thankful hostility

over takes my usual analytically

creative brain

such mystic muse mourns my usual

melancholy and intensity's rage

a vague abstraction of tangled irony

so becomes this eerily elated

so very complacent I

which miraculously cloaks me in a

confidant yet somewhat airy sort of way

a forlorn flicker of my usual well sated

flair beckons me back

with a fresh, new angle

and idea

I am hearty be it

to such a faithful fisher's ploy

genuine poetry

requires great depth and care

depth of one's true self

and care for the surroundings

so abundantly abound both of which

quite naturally

I possess plenty

though I tend to ramble on

about the many mysteries in the age

still

its the endless layers of true emotion

that gather me closest to my purpose

the heart of all understanding

the meanings and the reasons

behind all intent

good, bad, indifferent

or otherwise.................

(Feb. 23, 1999)














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