Unloved
What more is yet to lose, A broken soul cannot choose, dropped without much concern, A hateful action puposefully ensued
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Batman and the Maid
However sad for a true man
It has been said that a woman
Either loves or hates; she knows no medium
Hole in the Whole
I looked deep, deep into the whole
And the bottom was there, so close
The bottom... so close... could’ve just swallowed me
Of late
I’m late
the century just passed by carrying the breathable
ticketless, on the red painted curb
Honey and Olives, Somber and Sober
I like to snack on olives
I like healthy treats
But, hon, do you even care
Snow in the Summer
In her spring I met her
Loved her in her summer
Her leaves didn’t see falling
Incubus
Ask me not what I think of you
My dark tongue could desecrate your pupils
Time breathes, time heals, and time knifes your scruples
Thanks, Giving Turkey
A special day for us all
Yet, o turkey, poor, poor turkey
You’d rather yourself recalled
Unraped
Allow me the pain of a mortal
don't remove the street sign, the crosswalk to the other curb,
the mortgage or the ungrazable lawn of the pearly gates
And then… silence
And I died a little bit more.
Fascinating how you can keep on dying even when there’s no more life left in you.
And she was moved by nothing else but the crushing weightlessness of her wants.
After a while
I used to love an animal of habit
a woman, a man, a child
myself
The Ballad of the Man Who Was Once a King
Once upon a time
Succumbing to beauty was a man’s undoing
No longer his prime
Ravenous
I don’t know this man – never met Ray, yet…
He knows me; I know him
I don’t have a wife – her name is Babette
Corny Thievery and Wit
To spend my ink on my ilk
Proves to be quite a daunting task
To not error in my speech
The Chase
I saw a girl, I met her gaze
And her eyes smiled, dazzle, daze, haze
I want her child -- was shut my case
For Margaret
Today my heart ached
However, no, I did not cry
I was pleased to know
The Corn and the Thief
Happy birthday to the unborn
I have blue shoes, new, never worn
The anniversary of disbelief
Two Dreams
The dreams are swift, she leaps, lands, throws her skirt
In bed adrift, unconsciously alert
I shut my eyes, I don’t cease to live
The Visage
I saw a face, you see
This face I saw today
It dwelt in yesterday
Silence of the Books
And still, cameras or no cameras,
even libraries close.
As the P.A. system announces fifteen minutes to closing,