hearts don't run
they merely beat
some fast
some slow
but too, too often
more so than not
a very hasty retreat
but what else could
one expect from a heart
and you standing there
with yours
so wounded
yet fueling your burning angry eyes
wildly into my poor, pitiful back
the only viable thing for me to do
is to quickly start improving upon
my supposed craft..............
(July 13, 1998)