Miscellany

not so love sick
no, just so sick 
of love
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her kidneys are weak
but her meow!
still strong
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This paycheck to
paycheck life
this breadwinner fail
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I've got 
your whole number
my integral one
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wears a bowtie
tells fart jokes
my boy



 

 


 

 

It

You want to know why

I don’t like caterpillars.

It’s the way they cling.

They won’t just brush off,

these eyeless, grim cylinders,

grasping and writhing.

Fat truths will persist.

And we fall for butterflies

don't we?  Also true.

Refuge

   If I take refuge

   here with you, there will be no

   other love for me.

   I’m not biding time with you

   or killing it.  I can’t dream.

   Not in this winter

   of discontent.  You there, kind

   and deep and shining.

   Here’s one more poem about the

   oldest problem in the book.

   Add a smiley face  (-:

   Make the best of all you’ve built.

   Call it happiness.

Not lost

I see this clearly.
It will never be enough
just coexisting.

Point A to point B?
It has never been like that.
I do find my way

eventually.
The devil's out and about
but not on my street.

We'll cross paths some day.