Borrowing Cycles
If I looked at my yearbook
I'd see an angry rebel
Displaying her reasons
To snarl at mankind
An innocent face
Mad at whoever
Dared with a Camera
To capture a smile
Sweetly denying
tenderness hiding
In guise as a cynic,
a Witness to truth
...
Not looking tho.
Bouquet of confusion
I claim as myself.
Flying through pitfalls
Rebounding off walls.
Boomranging outbursts
Cartwheeling past
Ferris wheeled insights
Soul spiced to new heights.
January 2000