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A SWEET AND SIMPLE SORROW
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JOURNAL#5 Mac, the very roughness of the name
slides sweetly across the most tender surface of my
traitorous tongue
for a cordial invitation into his healthy
handsome heart
I would happily forgo the use of one or either lung
his easy smile and white toothed grin bring to mind
what angels must surely bear a great resemblance to
there's never been a better reason to sit astride the
rail waiting at the end of the pike nor any other I'd
rather fall a victim to
will he ever look directly my way with a secret knowledge
in his eyes that I'll be able to read or guess
the damage already done to my helpless heart is not as
easy as I originally thought it would be to assess
stilted emotions run head long first into the dying
fires of dismal despair
why am I so lousy with love yet with poetry I possess
such ease and natural flair
it must be the genes from my dad that make me so
irrational that I curse and I swear
I have learned one thing though
love is a game until there is more than one player
its almost ironic to think there was once some jerk
who thought up the old saying 'In Love And War All Is
Fair!' in my next to last line I bottom out to say I
must admit even to myself that those terrible two make
a combustible pair
just like Mac and I, if only he were here.........
(written Jan 7,1992 am)
