delighted brute flirts
diamond cutter rising ice
gloating elks haunt sick

panorama spits
daintily, hard puddles howl
peacefully sluggish

some believe in the deity
others in the sanctity of self
I think poetry is a religion
a soul unto itself
not a god
but close
and I seek her his its
calming words
wisdom
to get on my knees
and worship
every night
alone
here
in my sanctuary
like any
true believer

her wintery lips kiss
filled his heart with no bliss
warmth's touch remiss

free pigeon frets some
exaltation roaming loud
eagle chirps charcoal

Bunny, Bunny, Bunny
Please me mine.  Bunny,
Bunny, Bunny Valentine.

singing numbly, clear
ingenious wet priests lurk, sly
jittery sharp prince

disturbed patient fierce
redhead accelerates, mad
moist racehorses laughing

Loud which keeps silent,
The minds bright with dreaming wings.
Twinkle little stars.

text me when driving
I am tired of living
say goodbye cruel world

shaking dragonfly
copulates, forgiving foul
juniper lingers

along the gap road
wattles are sprouting their blooms
bright yellow baubles