Poems
Silence is leaden
My last text seems to be the lastOne of my beating heart.There’s no response, why did I sendThat expectation on such a desperate errand?I wish that when I hear my mobile pingFor once it would my blood make singAnd lay to rest this tragic senseI have of having wasted...
The Waistcoat
It’s damp and grey, my nose runs in a post-flu way,but it’s warm and snug inside my flatI’m wearing my new waistcoat of ginger tweedwith four pockets which Carmen just freed,these will more than take care of me.My phone slides in above mi corazon,shielding me from...
In the Club
My new 1961 Sunbeam Rapier is green, It’s the niftiest car I’ve ever seen. It has its hang-ups please be sure, Yet none that auto therapy can’t cure. Then when at last it’s in the pink The money will have been well spent, I think. And I’ve made a great new friend into...
Love-Sick
Caught in the crosshairs of love and it’s no dove but my heart flutters anyway, anyway it can to do the can-can, for I’m beset on more than one side, and neither are my good side, but ones that show me up in a bad light despite my determination to do right. I feel...