Be young and crowd-shy,
harangued by a mother.

Come into your voice
like a mouse sniffing traps.

Your audience is a blind man?
Speak closer.

If nearly blind,
remember to linger on words.

Let the biggest card
buffer your blushes.

And the one you wrote?
Read last like you planned.

It’s what’s expected, sweet one.
Expected most of all.


(C) Garrett Ray Harriman

Beautiful butterfly flying above crystal blue water, you made me so
happy by pausing so that I could smash you flat with my fly swatter

You cut down my tree with a hatchet. I hate you. Happy birthday. Prepare to die! "There are millions of delicious chicks and we can't **** 'em all," said Averell Harriman just before he crapped out.
[Let's forget "The Crédit Mobilier Scandal of 1872" for now.]

"There are millions of delicious chicks and we can't **** 'em all," said Averell Harriman just before he crapped out. [Let's forget "The Crédit Mobilier Scandal of 1872" for now.]
   Cheer up while leading cheer-leaders lead the cheering cheer. I won't crack under the bell. I'm sorry for you, but I have moved on. Our love for each other is history, nothing more.

"There are millions of delicious chicks and we can't **** 'em all," said Averell Harriman just before he crapped out. [Let's forget "The Crédit Mobilier Scandal of 1872" for now.]