As I lie here
With eyes closed softly
I think deeply of you
And I inhale stars
The scent of twinkling light
So fresh and alive
Sparkling gentle inside me
And I want to write this feeling
So tentatively
As it must be
Like writing words on bubbles
Delicate and precious
Begging them not to disappear
Like dreams in the morning

                                        By Phil Roberts

copy this poem and
throw it out the car window
may it justify the street sweepers -
existence  
may it clean the ears or wipe the *** -
of the less fortunate
maybe folded twice and used as a -
coaster or pick at the teeth of the -
clinically gluttonous
set it afire and let it warm someones -
bones
turn it into an airplane and flick it into-
a windstorm
may it scrape the dog **** from designer -
shoes
serve the purpose of its master in whatever
way he or she may choose .....