the shell of security (JCH -- 6/94)
like a poem with no words
or a town with no name,
i am a man with no love,
dickless, sickened and morose
my friends left me with their laughter
my blood should be on their hearts;
there’s a madman in my head
cackling, whispering madly, grinning insanely
from beneath the shell of security--
my imagination, aspirations and memories of love

evolve yourself
resolve your fears
resolve your doubt
absolve your guilt

i can’t do it

of course you can

there’s a dead man inside us all

poetry
joseph c hinson