Disillusioned

(for one of my most beautiful & poetic students)

Standing before me

with outstretched hands,

trembling you plead,

"Teacher, it's me."

Handing me a mass

of brightly pumping flesh

You turn away~

bleeding thoughts & glistening eyes.

Dripping red stains only I can see

on the brand new carpet.

~~~

11 september 1998