the poet talks down to the shadow of the writer
while unfairness only brings out the beast in
the pen
so the time has come to rifle out the perversity
of the plighter
plots play big parts in this ego's game and sometimes
win
the writing of the words at times can be easier
than the mere penning of one's name
after all blame shares in the unequivocal uniqueness
of unfathomable shame
the reoccurring shame of keeping it all to yourself
and not relinquishing it to the custody of the page
all the love, anger, passion, disappointment and
overindulged rage
why this very ink is the clever key that runs to
unlock my own sort of cage
the close guardian of my sanity one might even say
but also the proud loader of the gage
now, try and fathom that my darling page
but note, you never will
not in any form , shape or way..................
(July 24, 1994)