THIS
			


			is like being
			wrapped
			head first
			in a sleeping bag
			during a heavy
			rain fall
			Dark and dank
			and smothering
			Entrapped and unable
			to reach the zipper
			to get out of the rain
			to take away the damp chill
			to find light
			to breathe
			wide open
			in laughter

 
			
			AT WORK
			


			I hide from life
			closed up
			in a back office
			with coffee and
			the blahs
			Hoping for poetry
			Hoping for prose
			but getting only
			depression
			I have no energy
			for conversation
			no free thoughts
			to enlist
			I stare off
			at nothing
			and see everything
			that blocks my view

 
			
			AT THE PARK...MY REFUGE
			


			Some other readhead
			has taken my serenity
			She is listening to
			my silence
			like a mirror
			I watch her drift
			in my serenity
			I close my eyes
			and cry out loud

 
			
			JUNE 24th
			


			Riding a 16 
			year anniversary
			Candles and
			the music of sex
			Our mouths
			still sample
			preludes and
			submissive composure
			deigns the glisten
			of well spent
			fever


			
			
			
			JOHN COMES TO FILTHY'S


			
			When Bruce told him
			"She's The One" he drove
			a 40 minute fever drive
			to pull me from the arms
			of possibility into his
			confession and promises
			that now 20 years later
			still mean nothing to me


			
			
			
			RELUCTANT MUSE


			
			Don't bring me down
			to an object of worship
			I'm too faceted for that
			and will not limit myself
			to just your ideals
			I am not your fantasy
			stowed away in yr closet
			and brought out
			with oil and
			opportunity