there is no delicate way to explain
this meeting of the minds, you and I
others may snicker and sneer at your face and backside,
call me a fool for still believing
in the impossible,
though impossible is what I do best ...

I have never been one for easy street
if I wanted that path, I'd be dead now
as sure as that bunion perched on your right toe,
screeching
trust me, six foot under would be my address ...

challenges keep everything simmering
madness conveniently stretches the boundaries
and I have no boundaries,
tight-wad nonchalance is not exactly
my morning cup of tea
or java, if you please ...

there is no delicate way to say this
this meeting of the minds,
you and me ...

05/19/2007

Posted on 05/20/2007
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