(’87 – ’88)


– Went inside myself
in search of my soul…

– It was dark & dreary///
guilt & regrets littered the place—

– “Damn it, soul! Where are you?”

– I searched for days,
but remained soulless…

– Finally, I had no choice —
I called the Soul Police,
who showed up instantly,
with a bullhorn:

– “This is the Soul Police –
c’mon out with your hopes up!”

– It worked! There I was,
all tattered & bruised,
but still and old, viable,
hopeful spirit…

– “Welcome back!”
I said to myself –

– “I’m glad I’m back!,”
I answered.


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