My poetry's really meant as decoration For the days of life that we get rationed; My lines for scrapbooks, wrapped around vases; Words embroidered utilitarian places.
My words antimacassars for things nearby; Some dangling sentences passing by, Upon the latest quilt or jewelry box; Or purse, or duffle, or coffee mug.
Please use my poems as flourishes and frills, To substitute for things sans time to feel; Shabby chic poetry, for every need: Then there's always something to read.