lines so easily scripted
when so strongly felt
messages in rhyme secreted
telling metaphors here dwelt
touching of souls completed

to save money
i turn down the heat
when everyone goes off
for the day, i work in a
home office

i noticed that fish
tends to hide in his
ceramic log when the
house cools later in the morning

he peeks out from the hole
to watch me as i walk past
on my way to the kitchen
or the laundry room

i know fish likes his
bowl in the hall where
he can swim and watch the
life of the house around him
but i worry that he may
get too cold during these
short not tropical winter
days

i carry fish with me to the
office while i work, and place
his bowl on the table, next to
the stack of books i have yet
to review, so that he may stay
warm  during the day when
we are home alone
together

fish has no conversation,
and although he has no
patience for the writing
of William Gibson, has proved
a marvelous
listener

we don't talk about
life or any of those things.
we just sit around,
laughing and we talk about an
unclouded sky.
we don't want to see
heartache
we don't want to see truth.
feeling better than yesterday
feel better about you.
all of the time
we don't talk about
love or anything true.
count on tomorrow
but I don't count upon
you.
hold me tight and remember
the time I set about,
surprise for your favors,
something shiny and new,
but just ended up
blue.
November skies

distances
here and there
today and tomorrow
you and me

i spoke your name with a lover's breath
     while morning stars still filled the sky
now, i wish that i could fly

i knew that i had dreamed of you,
     sweet imaginings of loves reply
now, i wish that i could fly

content that i would find your love in
     all my day's routine, on this i will rely
now, i wish that i could fly

i'm so sorry, i'm so sorry i never should have
     let you go, so far away from me, goodbye
how, i wish that i could fly

Now, may I speak with you
in a lover's language?

we would
all do better
if we
only
could

feats of angels
try hard not to stare
lonely wild men
only partially aware
struggle down the alleys
of our new neighborhood

found your hiding place
when i came home today
try not to think too much
about what has become
of these darkest dreams
which we have undone

someone is going
to call the cops
maybe this time
they will show

the evening news comes on
we hardly seem aware
you nurse bitterness
like a lost child
searching everywhere

always misunderstood
try not to think too much
about what we have done
of these dark dreamers
and what we have become

try not to think too much
about what has become
of these empty lives
and these dreams unwon

*the city burns tonight
a horizon red glow
nobody cares
just another blow

go to the market
see what a quarter will buy
with no time to suffer
no time to cry
you have to imagine
just how a future will
taste
a little bitter, delicate and
fine, something
beautiful and true
on the night wind
blowing stars through
vast darkness
clean, across the sky
not the whole world,
just a small piece for you

Good Morning John,

How are you and your Family, I know you will be shock to come across my email. I hope my proposal to you will be given a proper attention despite the fact we have not known each other. But I summon the courage to introduce myself to you through this medium. I am Mr. Claude from the Bgfl bank Côte d'Ivoire
we need to claim the sum of 9.8 Million British Pounds by our late investor who died since 2005 leaving no next of kin/beneficiary to his estate. this project is risk and hitch-free as Most of these investors are brokerage accounts holders, The reason I contacted you is to nominate you as the heir to the trust, you claim the money legally and legitimately as a collateral heir then we share it equally. please contact my Gmail address for more explanation details guidelines/ information (claude­issac.de@gmail.com)
I will be waiting for your mail

Remain bless.
Claude Issac