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tender hearts are tragically touched

as I step up to speak the full volume of my

maddened mind

to my brow beaten breast this fragile knowledge

I closely clutched

while holding out for an illusion like truth

I still have yet to find

love lingers about me in the least likely nor

expected places

like in the back aisles at work or in the blank

stares of strangers' startled faces

at times I can smile through the tears and pain

to see myself cross to the funnier side

then I can kindly kiss the pillow where I once had so

shortly lain

then proudly stand to turn my back

already so bruised to rejection's cruel tide

there is no true form of sure fire save face

for those considered even remotely sane

or any real rules applied to this game for just

anyone to abide by

unless of course laughter is captured before one's

vice is discovered as being vain

and unfairness manages to break jealousy's bitter tie

then, only then can we put to the test the theory of

Why Not why?

and remember I spoke my peace without batting an eye

for where there now stands water

there once was only sky..............

( written Nov.11,1992 pm)