First
the 'I'
is the word
I must delete

The young are yet
to know love's chagrin:
they are too innocent
and will realise this in time

Walk away when you are not needed

You don't sing well?
No matter--sing just for yourself!

Homeward-bound-
how exhilarating
if on your shelf
good books are found!

(posted in site of 'Bound by Books'

I was starving in
Pennsylvania.
One night, I had
enough.
Done with it all.
The poverty and
sickness.
The drunken mad
nights
and dog-fight days.
Brutality for breakfast.
Served sunny side up
runny yolks with
butterflies trapped in
the yellow sunshine.
Spiders built webs in
my soul.

I stood on the torn-up
couch in my living room and
yelled at the walls.

Listen, you devil.
You want me, you better be
ready for a fight.
I paced the floor like a
washed-up heavyweight champ,
eyeing the ceiling like a
drunken sparrow in a cat's mouth.

They are truly rich
   who seek
   other lives
   to enrich

Poetry is life's noblest music
it's so sad few do want to listen to it