Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

We got by...
Nibbling on crumbs,
Of a leftover pie.
And had been satisfied.
...

They...
Of the them.
And chosen those.
Committed,
...

Listening to hear,
What one wishes to be heard.
For many may take years.
To understand.
...

Never has it been explained,
Why something to detest...
Is given the lowest of ratings.
By the same people,
...

Cheers to temporarily hear.
Has its consequences,
Approaching near.
...

Very much a part of you.
I am.

Very much apart.
...

Watching me watching you?
Can not be claimed,
To be original.
Or have it heard to say,
...

Fleeting.
Is the fast pace,
Of a physical attraction.
And a reaction,
...

There is no business,
Like one's own business.
To know that business,
Alone to condone.
...

Now you see it.
Or keep pretending you don't.

Whatever had once,
...