------Sanity Plea------



reality, 
the one word oxymoron
i watch as an interested observer
gleaming unwanted education
while participating as a crimson moth
which is unable to do the backstroke 
in turbulent spring runoff

i relent to apathetic reasoning
perhaps confused by the monoxide
of backyard barbeques,
finding more substance
in aromatic honey flavored hickory evanecense
than unadulterated truth


stepping lightly through minefields, 
i reassure my doubts, 
asserting insanity,
not selective to man or beast
runs rampant, seasonal as Asian flu
as the grey weimaraner makes love to my leg
              
R. Wayne Porter 3/10/98

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