Jeffrey Philip Clegg Poems

I am your morning flower ~

I don't wear square pants
But am, in fact, spongy
...

For me
there is no fun anymore

The spring has dried up
...

You come out of the master bedroom closet
in the daintiest of nighties
I do all the talking as we
lay down on the bed
...

I was on a hill,
reading
from a book containing
a poem by Allen Ginsberg,
...

After the low spark of the
crackling
fuzzy
red electric guitar
...

Have I told you how pretty you are,
and how I'd jump off of a cliff
if you told me to?
But then I couldn't kiss your lips,
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I try to run from the real me,
but I am glued inside myself.

Who I espy in the mirror,
...

Sometimes sidling northward
the knights protect their king

They're off to pick some flowers
...

Why start at the
Beginning

When the big inning's the
...

I am euphoric
as I arrive at your place
with flowers in hand
to give you
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