IT WAS ANGER , NOT YOU

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JOURNAL #34

it was anger not you

that fell against  my door

with that look of a  hook in your eye

as it was

seemed  a wonder you could

even  walk

but misery loves making mischief

and tonight  you are

the Bunnson  burner

of  male despair

I could not help

in any meaningful way

so from me

in a snit

you rudely ran away

without even a backwards glance

strange phenomenon

in three short nights

this my strange sir

you've become

horny and annoyed you claimed

from that teasing you got from

Ms. hot cold pants

a pity to that flow of

creativity

that

your former composed self

you could not re absorb so to

balance out the mental

and physical affects of

such experience's pain

poets I guess

know that path

better than mere play wrights

waving their pen........................

(Oct. 9, 2008 454am)






Author's Notes/Comments: 

for my new (sort of) friend Andrew and his strange happenings.......

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