A TREMOR IN THE POET

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at the waist in front of me he has slowly started

stripping

now know that I wouldn't mind having that fine specimen

of maleness over my bed post tripping

fantasies as we all know can only go so far

then we are forced to stop ourselves short

left only wishing painfully upon a lonely star

such a bleeding little weak heart I have trapped in my

tight cage like little chest

yet, so far to this very fact I believe no one has ever

chanced a guess

I am fairly determined to keep my said self sane

for all the outward abuse it has taken

I still have full access to the brilliance of this

brain

one can gain great value from experimental mortification

perhaps from such maddened thoughts I should intend

to take an extended vacation

but just to back up such vicious little thoughts

I take all points in favor of my advantage and turn

them into faults

well, all is quiet now for the puppy softly sleeps

and an ending to the perfect idea comes to only

(s)he who reaps.............

( written April 26,1992 pm)

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