The Ball Is In Your CourtWhat a bummer,
when I betray my own intentions,
and your hand melds into one with my spine;
and I am slowly led to bed where each night erodes a little less sleep
while screaming for relief to all the Gods who have come before and left
mescribbling bits of poems on scraps of paper; trails into leaving any
more second comings gone!lloyd marbet, 9/16/99