draw from me the experience of emersion
and I shall reveal to you the true artisan
in my soul
a charcoal sketch of remarkably unremarkable
encouragement
hangs center forward upon an egg shell papered
wall
the world awaits the privateer's debut
I find myself to be utterly intoxicated by such
literal self examination
such microscopic view cleanses the volumes
I've yet even writ
riveted am I to know whats to come of their
final display
my page children
the jubilant ink that my smooth faithful pen
supplies
leads my words to believe that there is still
hope for even the most hopeless indeed
yet even so
still
every firm inflection of pitch quite
noticeably implies
a riff
in of all places
the heart of the poems
through a jumble of colorfully distorted
visions
the poet slashes out his scratchy lines
and feels readily vindicated
for all his previous tedious labors
and when it becomes undeniably evident
that another newly discovered precious
appendage to his soul has been sacrificed
the best revenge of all is that through the
arduous journey it somehow survived
for beyond all else the poetry is now
wondrously alive
no longer unseen but vibrantly there to behold
just like its mentor
the soul
when you die!...............
(June 26, 1997)