Maddened
A retribution leveled
for less than honesty toward "us"
A sentence handed to me with less grace
than you may have driven chaff from wanted grain...
Should I have stated some intention;
plotted my design upon your heart
given credence to suspicion
that perhaps - indeed - I did want you?
And what, then, would I have witnessed:
a speedier exit from this encounter?
A blurred vision as you hurtled
as far away as you might go...
So wrongly I played upon
a meager spark of hope, that, in
some misty unclear future
there might come a change from you:
Never imagined the turn would be
a slap in the face of adoration
My realization dawned murkily: I became
a path for you to another use...
So blithely you departed, off
to a tangent avenue: my friend -
ope'd to you in camaraderie
You had your cake, and devoured, too...
I've treated this wound harshly
employed all palliation to no avail
hence festering has culminated
in this burst of turbulent prose...
Suffer, now, this judgement
which I place upon your breast
by one who sought to love you
the irony twists me in its throes...
k.e.c., 2/2/96