those deepest impressions were required to be patient but he was roiling inside Unimpressed, with his eye on the offense. What we both have, then, Are limp limbs and inner authority. The furious grin sympathetic to the truth minority His control going thin, Confirming me under his skin As he speaks to a room.  …

We are profounded as two lovers Morbidly forbidden Unless others found out Nothing controls God’s power.   He has a waiting room… We are tested in it. Some impatient grow, because there are long lessons in it. Others find despair comes slow from long lines, Some are as rarefied by gold for taking their time.…

You there! You, gobble gobble teaser! You called me a turkey What else do you want? What should I call you, Is what I should ask. A ride?

Can you write for Hallmark Like the Queen? Or swim when I’m stricken With the wandering womb? Or tout with a bout of hysteria Caused just by you? I know. I’m just specially gifted To do nice things Like witches Flying around on sunny day brooms. Do you need any more decorations Or peach pies…

I don’t want To read poems all day. But, to my lazy bums I have so much to Request. Usually, I cannot do anything But be At your behest. So fix my television Join me in my nest To contemplate and rest What else I need you to do When I call on you, Again,…

In their sober wonderment and sardonic astonishment, they saw history may be back to be explained again. Six salacious hours. Muse-stoking. Homework a-go-go. Smoking for nerds. Those punkin instigators, what a to-do that just presented itself. Let’s figure this one out. Okay.

If you think you’ve fulfilled something, I doubt it. You may never be invited back to the Earth plane From whence you left to begin with to do this. From small some ego, some smallness, Grabbing at some superficial opportunity Devoid of something to hold onto Except a shroud, a veil… The Truth is To…

The kiss was so powerful it felt like an air pressure change.   Next, I heard a deep thud. I actually think he needed an oxygen mask. But both of us were tanked by then. Before I dove in to conduct CPR, he made sure to wake up and wave his hands to stop me.

He’s got a certain crook In his chin And his nose Makes me comfy. That’s where my lips go. The mandibles. Oh my, a classic beauty And a kiss he stole. How would you ever think They’re yours? Since I’ve gone broke For what I love The man in the hoodie At the grab-and-go Gets…

March 1st of the Pigs, 2025 Upon the descent. A decent proposal. Now, my honey-to-do list starts. I would prefer not to, but I said yes! It’s not a bad thing to live above your means, if you choose to. Hold it together no matter how big or scary the problem seems. Everything was seeming…