if a poet falls in
love with you be
prepared to be
written about

in every possible way
from the way your eyes
sparkle under the moon

to how your lips form
that ever-so perfect smile
it’s the little things that
poets write about

the little things about you
makes a poet want to write
and write until their hand breaks

All these poems remind me too much of us

and what it what was like to love you

the only word that crosses my mind


futility.

A mermaid found a swimming lad,
Picked him for her own,
Pressed her body to his body,
Laughed; and plunging down
Forgot in cruel happiness
That even lovers drown.

Wine comes in at the mouth
And love comes in at the eye;
That's all we shall know for truth
Before we grow old and die.
I lift the glass to my mouth,
I look at you, and I sigh.

The business of business
is business.
Nothing personal,
it's just business,
the hitman said to his mark.

No one's a person,
no one at all,
Millenial, Gen X or Boomer,
only a demographic
waiting to be sold.

Nothing personal,
it's just business.
Hi Carole, I'm Bob.
I feel like I know you,
Although we've never met.

I've got a great idea for you,
just click on the link
at the end.
I'll pop up
and see you often

On your PC, Smart phone or tablet.
There're so many ways to hang out,
so many ways to be friends!
I know you'll make me
a habit.

Though it's nothing personal,
It's just business.