should such marked madness in me
ever escape
I feel I would lose my cornered edge
my sharp yet quixotic self
too often now mocks me
as I slowly begin to dredge up
past imperfects
all the while throwing
quite famously
tantrums of muted woe
such contradiction by way of
belated and misplaced outrage
makes me want to throw up
all my over fed wit
in a humbled fit
I am at best
'Doubtlessly Besieged'...........
(Dec. 6, 1997)