with you
so singularly minded
sitting there
so aloof
pretending so hard
to be otherwise
do not recognize
that the mask you wear
ill covers
such a flimsy disguise
even on you
deep self loathing
in its purest form
has become emotionally
disfigured
from too many nights
in a whiskey bottle
how I pity you
Look up!
The Lord is there!...............
(Dec. 20, 1997)