I bathe in endless sips of your love
'till the watery depths of my stomach
gurgle their dissapproval,
leaving me sick.

Mirror, mirror on the wall
am I handsome at all?
If you say  yes, I'll be delighted
if you say no, I'll not be disappointed

for I really can't gauge my look
though some pretty women each do book
me as their chaperon in some outgoing
and bribe me with their sweetest whispering-

never once did I ask
about their marital status
my poems they read passionately
and wrote to me secretly and romantically-

mirror, mirror on the wall
if you do understand me at all
why don't you say yes readily
such that I'd know my life has been lived so abundantly?

Wind marches away
Trees grow older and older
Waiting for sunshine

Is there anyone
Out there find
My rhymes
Funny,
Please subscribe
Send me lots of
Of money.
If so  write
Them in a book,
On Copyright
Me and the cat
will overlook .
You good poets
Out there put
Me to shame
Im better of
Playing the
Scrabble game.
I’ve had a few
Guinness
It’s late at night,
Im going to sleep
Out goes the light.

ferocious beauty,
abandoned heart,
your blue green eyes
seemed like a window
to a fire

and so you thrilled me
like an old rusty bridge,
sweet things, and mountains.

we are what we are.
desperate, Darling,
fated like all living creatures.

if we didn't fear death,
how could we love

the wild flowers in the meadow,
coffee in the morning,
the joy in the smile of our children,
the warmth of our bodies touching.

you are the flower of the meadow

and I am the one to lie beside you
into endless tomorrows.