I haven’t sufficient words with which to swim
the depths and oceans of your mermaid eyes.
Mesmerized by the brightest blues I’ve ever seen
I only pretend not to drown my thoughts in them.
...
She kisses the crown of my head
while giving a gentle tug on my ear
whispering she loves me
...
One should never spend too much time
in a search for happiness.
Like the ticks of an inaccurate clock; time will still pass
and any such fleet euphoria treasured
...
He killed her with extreme kindness
until one day
she picked up a blade
...
With age
Came beauty
Not the type of beauty
Usually seen in the world
...
When I leave this body and the poetry within me dies
I don’t care what happens to it
Put it in a giant plastic trash or lawn bag
Throw me in the bay to feed the fishes
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I am a simple prospector panning for a little gold in life
Even one shiny little nugget would do; that I might
attach my value to it as I am of so little worth.
I wake up in the morning with empty pockets;
...
I have to laugh at the prospect of retiring
because in my heart I know I will die before
I can ever save enough….
...
I was dreaming of the war the other night;
I had returned with all of my weapons loaded
to the jungles of my misspent youth.
The helicopter size mosquitoes immediately
...
The Poet had become constipated and filled with a wasteful and debilitating desire
to succeed financially…
Not enough fiber or greens being served up with his clichéd metaphors of red meat
His pseudo intellectual friends scattered all likely culpability to the wind
...