and we wonder why..
where is the light
er..?

i am medusa
and angel of blue
a fallen star

waiting
do you like whitman, paul
he is like my grandfather

whereas emily
was an eccentric aunt
poe a weird uncle

pope a mad insect-
i like them all..
do you fear for

the future
o clever trevor
another hero

sometimes i just write
the first or last
thing

sometimes i think and
perhaps too much
and then change it

change and change again
and think where did
that come from

exploration
stops the dull
intellect under

the lash
where is my stash
i just made it

up
improvise
clive-

an awful name
i had a relation
never lend them

money
fame and fortune
they have all

come out the proverbial
let me tell you
paul-