Gullivar


Having arrived at thirty-three

And finding I did not like the most of me

I decided to rework what society hath wrought

To destroy and obliterate all I'd been taught

And murder these residents in my brain

That are but leaches driving me insane

Sucking the life from the core of me

That nub of realness that few can see

A Guillivar bound with possible shoulds

Weighted down in responsible chain

Then thrown in to swim life's rapids

      again and again.



Could I but once shed these bonds and swim

      bare and free

It would take Mark Spitz to stay with me

But I cannot break this tempered thread

Though God knows I've tried

"Tis only a simple trick." Houdini once said

Hear me, believe me ... believe me, he lied.