The "I" Riddled
greeted by morning pain
mumble a half-hearted prayer:
"be with me God, if you dare"
--no sense putting on holy airs
I'd have taken a cold shower
but I'm a coward
take the day
one by one
my thoughts come
walk don't run
chew a package of gum
I'll go far
"Is this a race?"
still driving a pace car
no speed bumps
nevertheless
take my lumps
a blow to my brain
"think me to be insane?"
when rumors are true
whatever I do
is frosting on the cake
write some paperback letters
send them to my betters
don't have to sign
they know mine
altruism is a thin line
just my luck
she hands me junk
want her job
he's at the net
hit a lob
wink my eye
get a kiss
won't be long
before I'm missed
stitch a sampler
live for the day
they put mine
in a frame
take some medicine
read a bit a Poe
so the dictionary too
two-million things to do
crack a walnut
giggle, pretend
it's his head
tune to golden-oldies
hit the lights
go to bed
It's too damned fun
being me, myself, and I.
1989
mumble a half-hearted prayer:
"be with me God, if you dare"
--no sense putting on holy airs
I'd have taken a cold shower
but I'm a coward
take the day
one by one
my thoughts come
walk don't run
chew a package of gum
I'll go far
"Is this a race?"
still driving a pace car
no speed bumps
nevertheless
take my lumps
a blow to my brain
"think me to be insane?"
when rumors are true
whatever I do
is frosting on the cake
write some paperback letters
send them to my betters
don't have to sign
they know mine
altruism is a thin line
just my luck
she hands me junk
want her job
he's at the net
hit a lob
wink my eye
get a kiss
won't be long
before I'm missed
stitch a sampler
live for the day
they put mine
in a frame
take some medicine
read a bit a Poe
so the dictionary too
two-million things to do
crack a walnut
giggle, pretend
it's his head
tune to golden-oldies
hit the lights
go to bed
It's too damned fun
being me, myself, and I.
1989
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