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I characterize it personally as thrillingly grim

like I was a glorious dancer once

perched twirling precariously high upon some then

unrealized broken limb

pretending all the time that everything was wonderful

and I was just about as careless as a circus acrobat

but everything changed, you might even say stopped

and I am in turn no longer quite like that

currently instead, living among the cherished brotherhood

of boredom all too happy to over indulge and accommodate

fearful though that the now I've acquired will somehow

become swallowed up whole by the persecution of a lover

whom I thought in the beginning to be my virtual fate

how silly am I. the lines all too suddenly have started

to dance and blur

so many aspects of my tarnished life are being called

into question over incidents that so very long ago occurred

have I been labeled that of whore?

or much, much worse and more

have I been pinned by one disgusted glance to morality's wall

or merely knifed in the heart

through what I once saw was a door

by a thrice wrongly made emotional call

somewhere there is someone now smiling and evening

the score

must I suffer as well through future action and

damnable deed

or have I indeed not paid today the necessary price

for from this massive misjudgment to be finally freed

from the betrayal spoken in my very own voice

I'm lost by the meaning given to the interpretation

of relationship/agreement in concern to my personal

choice

there is no place to run

when what seems funny is no longer fun

behind my own version of the truth

I will none too cowardly continue to stand

as I don't care to be any further pushed

I can't yet say what I will do if this situation's

troubled argument forces my hand

other than cry as I pick up the pieces perhaps

and slowly go back home I suppose

for I don't know what else to do as I daily drown a

little more

by one sad, tactile tear that endlessly flows..........

(written Sept. 13, 1993 1030 pm)