Lost Kite How often have I cried To hold that orange and green colored kite In my tiny hands And let it shore higher up in the air Gently gliding, furiously spinning Zig-zag, zig-zag, further away from me Becoming smaller and smaller Till the thread…

he was a man who made hats he was a man who wore hats he wore his hats to tea parties he wore black hats with white ribbons to sad parties, tea without sugar, green hats he wore in springtime, until springtime grew to autumn….

Forever now, The in flowing The outgoing Like a never ready— Everflux battery.

Hot night air blows furiously pass dainty burgundy curtains.  Matching blinds drawn slightly Musky scent of city combined with  living . Hard work he was never scared to work I bleed green always a marine is what he’d say

Sweet tincture, amber hued, with forgetfulness imbued, Cure me. Make insensible my tongue, as the woe from me is wrung, Endure me. If I languish all forlorn, with guttate spell quoth, nevermore– Adjure me. I’ll misremember at first light, oblivion is mine tonight, Reassure me….

It is usual for me to forget things and lose things no, forget faces and lose memory no, forget sins and lose patience no, forget courtsey and lose respect no, forget the milk on fire and lose my ear-rings while taking the dress off but…

She came to me some months ago 28.6km – a short night flight She wore a burnt orange shift and found me at a white banquet table, on a white chair She said, as she always did, “I love you, darlin’” I woke up crying…

Concrete Blonde My physical virginity had long been lost to a molester’s cruel hands when I, fed up with being afraid, lost my spiritual virginity to one who was unworthy, and unaware of the sacrificial altar that his living room floor then became. The alternative…

A limerick I have lost something priceless today yet I don’t let a hair go astray you call me a dumb ass I let that comment pass after all it was your whole month’s pay  

Leaves quake in the breeze Autumn’s around the corner Memories of childhood