The empty heavens.
A scattering of salt-crystal stars
On a twilight tablecloth;
All that is left
Now the horizon
Has finished feasting
On the day.

She began
By baiting compliments,
Moved onto
Angling for kind words,
Progressed to
Fishing for sympathy,
Resorted
To trawling for attention.

In hindsight, her veneers
Were not the best idea,
And nor did Botox help;
It turned her howls to yelps.

Her pretty, patterned claws
Looked weird on canine paws,
Just like her enhanced *******  
Beneath her furry chest.

Too late, she realized
Her need to be disguised
Was pointless all along;
She knew now she'd been wrong...

We breath each other in,
Our scents converging
In a rhapsody
Strong and sweet
Faint and fecund
As our tongues entice each other
In the dark.

There once was a young man from Chile
Who was exceedingly silly
One day for a dare
He ran round the town square
With just a pink bow on his *****.


There was a young man from Peru
Who was terribly fond of U2
He wanted to see them
Play Rome's Coliseum
But the curve of the Earth spoiled his view.

From lonely depths
Came forgotten words
Of each false promise
She had heard.

Swept Away
On thoughtless tides
To far-flung shores
Where her dreams reside.

Evening's light lies languorously
Across the land,
Waiting for
The quietly encroaching night
To bestow her
With beauty.

A lone blackbird sings
Fine-tuning the quiet orchestra of the heavens.
The world holds its breath, and waits
For the symphony of starlight
To begin.

Take a midnight swim
In an Ocean of Poems
Feel its currents flowing
From deep within.

Underneath my skin
There’s a tidal wave growing
And I follow it, knowing
I must sink or swim