Do not, I say stand here in judgement of my life,

could be used to describe,in interpretative comparisonher chesty appendages.No melon, apples, oranges,eggs, walnuts, olives, peas,but then it came to me,eggs, sunny side up,a bit scrambled perhaps.

Though his thinking will be‘thank you God, it ain’t me, ‘it’s a taste of the final Good-Bye.It’s from kindnesss that this is just so.We all know that we WILL have to go.But to make for less fussHe does break it to usin instalments, as quid pro quo.

out in the barn when Farmer Fritzwas busy milking bovine tits.One morning Fritz had kicked the bucketand yelled a word that rhymes with locket,he left to get, inside the house,a new container from his spouse.While Fritz was gone, the other bucketwas standing there, and, like a rocket,the frog jumped in to have a drink.He drank…

Wheras you understandthat not all traits are lit,like amber lanterns in a foggy moor.‘You are advised therefore, to ask yourself,have I alerted you to silent, hov’ring pleasance?Has your pituitary picked up my scent?Deep inside dark caves of heavy stones and mossy boulders,among the ruins of battles fought in rowdy decades,there lives a spirit that has…

far sweeter than a French éclair,the first was in September.

where raging sea meets skyand hot air risesand takes youover valleys and small towns,in huge balloons.Then we would go inside,I’d watch you shave your legswhile I could feast my eyeson all of you.We then would talkuntil no wordswould have been left unsaid.I’d be the closest I could beto touch your skin,to breathe your fragranceand imprint…