I recognize the return of that sweet and doubtless
ache
perhaps it's a reminder meant for me to seriously
take
feelings that run this deep are almost impossible
to fake
so I turn myself inside out and upside down shaking
out the shake
also shaking the fear out of my voice so no one will
hear even an echo of its original sound it can so often
make
secure and secret somewhere away
I hide specific emotions from my mad self so to not
another soul them I will have to display
but allow me this opportunity to hack away at my flinty
but still floral image so to make generous amends
just a little chance to blow off some ancient steam
how happy this makes my soul's vocal winds
when confined by a certain emotional trap
I don't choose to walk away from but rather into the
slap
and though my harsher comments are not always easy
to take back
I'm one of those people who can roll with the punches
and was born with a remarkable ability to adapt
perhaps I shouldn't be so quick to pour salt in my
fresh wounds still so mean and bloodied
but if you plan to fight dirty the waters are bound
to get awfully muddied
(Jan 22,1992 pm)