vince gullaci Poems

Point out
my faults
but why capital punishment
for a thought
...

If you take
the Christ
out of Christmas
what's left
...

A free ride
on the tide
to the shore
but nature's quirk
...

For evermore
we dream our dreams
from days of yore
when we walked
...

So much air
expelled
to fill
the vacuum
...

The good news
I almost completely
disallow
to dwell
...

The wheels
have fallen off
I'm
in a billy cart
...

Fate
Is a terrible word
That should not be heard
Deliver me
...

No stronger than
A gossamer thread
To be brushed aside
No inkling
...

The rock
Breaks the surface
The sea courses
And rages
...