Timor mortis conturbat me
Will it come at night?
Will I be in pain?
Will I be in fright?

Please protect my sons, O Life!
They need a little light
And a little fun
Sor Juana's mystic flight

                     Alright!

So much driving
Get him safely home
      Sleep in peace.

He says poetry is eternal graffiti
Written in the hearts of everyone:

                       **** Trump!

Frederick, Maryland is ordinary
I just drive my car
Home a little late
Exoplanet star

Childhood recedes
I like Irish bars
Kells in Seattle
Distances so far

                          Singing!

25,000 poems
Maybe 1 gets through
           14U

California dreamin'
San Francisco Zen
Moroccan mint tea
Ah! What might have been

                  Pretend.

I'm not an academic
I no longer teach
Everything I want
Forever out of reach

First time I kissed her
That night at the beach
No words. No words.
Beyond all speech