March 1989 - page 4

1.

she was a bitter young lady

enraged at her parents

angry at boy who used her

disappointed with needing attention

molested by age which kept

her just out of everyone's reach.

2.

it was a start

a fresh one at that,

it was embarrassing for

both of us as it was

for her...  I'm sure,

it had pulled us apart and

was bring us together,

a unified disharmony

in general with life,

with its disappointments

with its unhappiness

with its sentiments of love

with its violence and

with its waste...  yet,

it was a start

and we were both

there ready to bear arms

if necessary to

replace and restock.

3.

it was my wagon

my red wagon and you

cannot ride with me

unless you agree

with me in charge.

4.

it was a remedy

not a solution,

band aid approach

or fires that we were

taught not to start

yet seem to put out.

5.

she fixed my attitude

with a good evening in bed

paid for by my wife

and upon returning home

was not questioned

as to where I'd been.

6.

she was livid

as were her friends

with their late arrival

since they had to stay

until her friends

came to town

from the farm

where they lived.

7.

it was for himself

he lived

until she left him

with the bills and

he soon located

another wife.

8.
we waited a short time like

being put on telephone hold,

with the one who answers

coming back to question

your patience and continuance.

9.

there were reasons

all unacceptable

all too loosely tied,

there were rumors

if we'd listen

too minute to matter

too insignificant with

which to be concerned

but there were reasons

for all of this happening.

10.

those were her toys with 

which she played...

puzzles and people

ropes and knots

books and bottles

and there were no

acknowledgements and

there were no regrets

for what had to be done.