The Marginal Difference
Tween Child And Adult**

awake Sunday stuff to do...
another unit of life decapsulated,
where one will compromise
with all those lofty
make believe dreamy would-be goals
that course thru the brain,
when sleepy morphs into
the to do list at the premier  of today's
wacky wakey consciousness movie

and a poem forms on lips
that have not yet been
coffee'd
into adult responsibility

the list purview'd,
and you purvey,
foresee, attending,
bend back that pointer finger
looking right at ya guiltily

one and enough,
believe getting that one done,
will be
satisfyingly crossed off that
grownup
groaning
tatooed list
of the unavoidable

one will make the
marginal difference....
tween child and adult

There is as if
from deep within the sorrow
is heard an echo

*it's not the end of way.

In a memory
That I had forgotten
A flash appeared
Of a long ago
Deed so very rotten

It took my breath
As I took to flight
I could find no justification
Trapped within eternal night

Funny how we suppress
The memories that threaten
Our integrity
And somehow pretend
That that was never me

Yet now I must integrate
That shadow hour
Somehow forgive myself
Before my hell devours...