4 On marriage tying myself into the future the taste of one mouth on mine its truths sometimes sometimes its own selfserving lies sweet sweet

  Is it vanity? To dress up, look nice and feel good about it   Can one be called selfish? For thinking about one’s comfort and convenience before committing to something   Would it be possible? To change, understand and learn to differentiate self involvement…

Belvedere, my partially mechanical dog is my honey bun. Hate him! Oh, but I need him (Sacre bleu. I forget he can read.) Anyway, I never wear “Daisy Dukes”. You know those short, short, too short shorts he would love to see me in. I’m…

Yesterday I heard whispers on the breeze Today it’s the chatter of people through the trees Why won’t they just leave?

Hey Universal God Source Energy Could you throw me a poem? Anything will do. A Haiku, A Sonnet Just words that make sense Somehow Throw me something a morsel A word a Syllable? Really Please throw me a poem I have my catcher’s mitt ready…

Life was simple So I thought At the time When I look Back there were Many stormy episodes Unbidden these scenes Surprisingly played out In my mind Prevalent and troubling These memories arrived At unexpected moments But I survived All seven of Us survived them…

The meandering rivulets forming the stream of my consciousness belies the constraints of time “Turn in your quiz!” The smooth feel of the purple printed paper scented with the toxins and addictive taste of the ditto copy machine, clicking each paper that steals my time….

Feeling the same, wanting to be together, I live far away but you hear my beating heart, I love you, I am vulnerable for exposing my heart and mind, but I accept this fate because I chose you back then and I keep choosing you,…

It’s like ripples in the water but, I’ll be honest, it’s not linear Sometimes they move and move again and the confusion runs in and I’m running out but am I actually sinking deeper? I’m drinking coffee or maybe it’s drinking me… Time often feeling…

Laughter shows itself bare It’s the moment the garment over it is unveiled Feet tumbles with the reverberation It’s the vibration of the contagion The course of sound and rhythm and symphony They are jettisoned for the path of the blue ocean The muse of…