I don’t cry. Not
floods of tears cry.
The eyes moisten, but,
It’s the rest of it…:
...
So if it makes you feel great,
OK, go ahead -
as long as you're making yourself more attractive
for me, not your next husband...
...
Two sisters separated soon after birth
one dark-haired, one fair, both beautiful, with shining eyes
run towards each other, eagerly, yet shyly, wonderingly,
from the two ends of a bridge
...
A poem should be -
stop right there, chum. You’ve hit
the target in four words.
...
Icarus
has had a bad press
throughout history
as some sort of moral metaphor
...
Gathering rosebuds with my rake;
the wooden tines scraping
over the gravel path
bringing a token of order
...
The only function of economic forecasting
is to make astrology look respectable.
The key to immortality is first
...