tonight i saw the moon
i thought i saw it smile
i lifted my teacup
it nodded in acceptance
...
This is nothing to be ashamed of
Her mother used to say
This abject poverty is not
our fault
...
a tiny bud is plucked from the garden
and thrust into a watered vase with the others
it struggled to find space in that little vase
competing with the other flowers
...
'for thou art dust, and unto dust
thou shall return'
you and i
...
each night and day
brings me closer
to the edge
the stiff cliff
...
i slept soundly for the
first time in many years
and though i woke up
to a gloomy rainy morning
...
there is something strange
i see in your smiles
it was not the spontaneous
parting of your lips
...
maybe i have become jaded
in this world of utter
shamelessness
that one simple act
...
the eyes are the medium
the indicium of prurient thoughts
unspoken, yet the intense gaze
channels the basal carnal needs
...