some listen to their heart,
as it feeds the body.
i listen to my phone,
as ping of your message
nourishes my being

i need your tisane
your tiger milk
your snake oil
your physic
your chicken soup
your therapy
your cure

let me inhale you

and abide in
your officinal

History is not made
By those, who always
Do Good
But by those,
Who do bad
At the right time.

You shall think of this fleeting
World in bites of chocolate,
In sips of wine, in friendship,
And in a few smiles.

October maples
Disrobe and strut **** bodies -
Come March, maples blush.

Farewell!  Farewell!
The rest can go to hell.
And perhaps I should be chided
For being so small-mindedly pegged,
If it were left to me,
I would not care to see
Another Easter Egg.

When the zombies soon awaken,
If I'm not quite mistaken,
They'll seem like they're kinda ******.
Now, Snow White, for example,
In a story most dreadful,
She just needed to be kissed.

And Rip Van Winkle also
Was a long sleeping fellow,
Lost twenty years and felt gypped.
Instead of all that blasting
And small-minded type casting,
Pucker those ruby red lips.