One day while glancing at my e mail

A provocative name leaped from

the page, slithered suggestively to

my ear, deep tongued it and bit my lobe.

It spoke so low to my by myself

avenue heart,communicating the

message not in words but electric,

undulating, throbbing vibrations.

WRITE THIS PASSIONATE ILLUSION NOW!

Responding to the siren call brought

an electronic, amplified

experience of walking on a

tightrope stretched above a raging sea

of agony, falling into gloomy

despond whirlpools, eventually

rising with balancing pole, bravely

to push forward to infinity.

Our laughter and joy reverberate;

suffering real and imagined rocks

are martyred in opressive silence.

Soon we will affect totally shared

compromise. I shoulder all blame,

Connie agrees, and once more Chang

and Eng polka with themselves in the

center ring at Barnum and Bailey's.

Copyright ©2002 Daniel Grey Taylor