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I hold in my hand a harmless bottle of tears

Its small, its faithful, it banks back many of my

foolish fears

its my updated version of the teddy bear

it fulfills a nightmarish need

though I must ask you is it anyways near fair

this feeling bloodthirsty even as I battle myself

and bleed

the walls all around follow me into my own secret

sanctuary of sweetened self hate

and while searching for my baser instinctive yet slighted

self I came upon a gate

behind its bars I do not yet know what lies

a heaven like place so grand that I may never wish to

go back

or the sands of hell with their sooty, scorching skies

maybe it would be invariably best if I just slipped

slowly by on life's little less curious track

for otherwise I'm afraid I'll fade softly into

braided black

who could blame me for not wishing to follow such a

trail of forboding trepidation

adventure is not always up front when in for the asking

so we must sometimes find the courage to resist its

mortal temptation

the bottle in my hand has just fallen and shattered as I

momentarily squared the circle of wasted years

as it lay bleeding its clear liquid like blood all over the floor

at my frantic feet

I experienced the senseless killing of the tears

and it was anything but deserved or discreet..........

(written June 16,1992 pm)