Strong I find
This downhill
Slide,
Embracing
Pavement
Where my
Teeth went.
Once I
Stood up
Straight
And boastful -
Now I'm
Scraped, a
Knife on
Toast.  Will
Someone
Help, assist
My pleading?
Or am I
Deferred
To reading
Line upon line,
With my tonsils,
Truckers staring,
More than one? Still,
Here I slip
On blood and
Guts.
I'd say right now
I've had
Enough.

rjw, 5/22/96


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