Thursday,
May 28, 1981 6:45 p.m.
for John 
Poetry by Michael F. Nyiri
Manic Intrusions in the Otherwise Perfect Peace of our Existence
People are allowed to say "no" People are allowed to be "alone" People are not wind-up toys which We control at will and then Put away when WE want to say "no" or be "alone" We can exist as friends We don't even need to talk to each other You have intimidated your relationships at an ever-so-alarming rate... You have expressed at times of being lonely... I have just released my secret of existence from out of my bosom Where it has lain dormant for years. I feel good. It is at the forefront of my stamina that I can allow myself to feel good in spite of Your intrusion You made Jim leave He's a little of my life now and I feel sorry for him.... Why do you always wait to be asked to leave I hate to ask anyone to leave... but I will....
copyright 1999-2004 by Michael F. Nyiri
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