I say all time is fickle
it never talks of hope.
We touched and talked for hours
the minutes oozed to ground
surrounded by fine flowers
we held what we had found.
Today we’re reminiscing
how precious each short day
somehow a kiss is missing
our past has gone away.
We never knew to treasure
each moment that we had
our souls have stored the pleasure
of that we must be glad.
I hold you, my sweet lover
now knowing the above,
let’s stay beneath this cover
make babies and make love.
a husband second toshe thinks, a global bet,and snow in wintertime,the usual malfunctionof the Ford distributorand those inferior plugs,on that important way to schooland classes for the grown-ups,with keen anticipationplus a salary of dreamsand useless tests of bloodas well as other things,the need to fret is goneit has been buried bywhat grandpa would have calledthe…
and snapped that old familial bandthen wandered off, just to be free.Why, so I asked, the need to leavethe body took good care of itit was a wintry, snowy eveI’d used it then, with charme and witwhen from the darkness of the woodsfrom shades of fiction’s paradisea maiden stepped -she had the goods!I saw her…
innermost sanctum.There, to draw uponthe fertile fields of his mind,lush in their beauty.There is no limitto the imaging powerfor new creation.Fed by desireto get to know an egoso deeply buried.An awesome musicresonating from craters,the inner soulmate.Respect this treasureof poetry in action.We all are poets.
Jolly old man he wasn’t.Body Mass Index about 50.Dressed for the North Polefor the Tropics in summer.A pretty little thingof about 4 was carryingreindeer food.I told her that,in these island communitiesof ours, Santa travelledby whale. Humpback, no less.She wanted to know,with anxious voice,‘Do whales eat this stuff? ‘Of course, I said,seeing that the faux-paswas staring…
it was as if obsession had befallen,and thoroughly infested his whole being.He could not help it, he was simply driven.And where he rested, heels so soreand blistered from the stony trails,he looked around, searched all the ground,turned over stones and smelled the air,each tree stood like a sentry but all-knowing,he never found it, though he…
You noticed his old fountain penhe’s a stickler among men.All nit and picking you will needis thus provided, yes indeed.He likes his aging instrumentsand likely drives Mercedes Benz.But that, my friend, astute you beis what he means to you and me.You will, though groggy, re-appearand hear the Forum’s Hear, Hear, Hear.I’ll spare you what the…
