He Just Leaves His Card
[Under construction: 8 February 2005]
I wrote this little poem late in the 1970s. When everything is going badly, my paranoia levels rise progressively from a steady idle to throttle open. However, this does not mean that when everything is going well, they are not still out to get me.
Sometimes
When I don't pay life her protection,
Reality comes and slashes my face.
Othertimes
While life dreamily makes love with my mind
He just leaves his card.
