On the cold mornings Or days when washing hangs in my r… My window glazes and there are thr… I don’t clear them I wonder if the larger are mine, a…
Ah! So now I take requests Apparently. You, sure and certain state the im… Of male genetalia in poetry!
How strange; I was told to remove… Out of what I write, to move my f… To turn what I had seen from my s… To that of the same seen object it… Funny; guess what I found in it’s…
It would seem I am stuck With a seething mind. So I see three roles before me; Would that I could - I feel that I should,
Blossom blew off the tree And there goes life I thought As I walked my dog and he limped… And tried to muster a small shower At every lamp post and tree
How hard is it to write in formal… In sonnet form with proper metre? A few short words written in rever… A rhythm that must not be let pete… And a story, usually of love
It’s not a childish joy It’s a thoughtful one Bubbles! The enunciation of which Troubles the mouth
Syllables swim through your texts Perhaps not for you but I feel The rhythm, the pull, the give Back and forth and The pause.
I drink far less water than I sho… And usually when I do I am breaking for breath Or singing too hard Nothing is better though
I measure time By whom I love Spells and stints And long eras It all passes
We all take joy In jokes and tricks yes? And I have less to take joy in Elsewhere As I’ve friends, as long as I’m u…
Stood in the dark stopped on the pavement beneath th… that I can’t see but I know is th… because I can smell it. looking at the lights on the lake…
Beat your chest then Bellow and threaten Gnash your fearsome, Perfect teeth You, brute
As I see her across the road, I want to call out ‘Wait!’ I dream of running after her, Of magically fixing things.
Come, come come come, He said grinning with blindingly w… Or maybe it was the sun? Strange, being beckoned on Worry not, I’m sorry my man