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a ton of lead hitting me hard upon my poor, unsuspecting head

is that the usual feeling one gets when faced with the prospect of conspiring with the dead

the truth in form is so often never completely said

who in their right frame of mind would knowingly commit

themselves to the expensive and elite tortures of club

med

( not I said the cow!)

the brochure on improper double negatives I have

obviously not thoroughly read

a mile high above the wind my thoughts just now sped

in every man, a vein of corruption gets secretly fed

why do I knock poetry when it so obviously butters

my bread

I find myself walking in future fear of fatal tread

yet who but I could possibly walk in my lent stead

though trepidation gives my conscience a fit of grief

my gut instinct tells me I should forge on ahead

my inhibitions know not the true meaning of the

catalyst known by the alias of dread

and since good intentions disgraced me when they

like a coward fled

I must doubt myself again for I can now only see rage

in the color of red.............

( written Aug 18,1991 pm)