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dust off all of tomorrow's promises

because I may just need each service

for if I become unable to keep myself mentally

together I may have to come to terms with being

uncharacteristically nervous

now, what a shame that would be

for the already much too fractured facade would soon

have to fall

and without even knowing just who would still be left

standing for me to call

fear has become overly protective of me

and my trivial troubles tonight

obligations due to myself and a mass of many uninvolved

others are quite clear and of this

my conscience will not let me soon lose sight

but could they (the others?) possibly even begin to understand

the troubles I come up against when it comes

to the dropping of truth and its naked telling

or would these suspicious fiends of fraud simply look on and think

that out from under their over rated intelligence myself I was selling

help! for I can not clearly think while I am thinking

in just this way

I know so many ways to express myself to cover up the

fact that I have so very little to surprisingly say

the spot light can be easy

its the darkness that always seems harshest on he who

left handedly lies

then why for me is the light of truth turned up so

unbelievably high

that it hurts my eyes

to keep me in metered line perhaps

I should plug all the literary holes and fill in the  

adjoining gaps

all I ask in one last breath to savor

is

at least try and spare me the emotional death traps..........

(written Feb 9, 1993 am)