I love love I
love loving and now
at this late stage
I have finally learned
that love is not
an expression sex is
an expression love is
That’s all that love
is Love is So
before you run out
to have sex in
order to find love
remember that sex is
an expression of something
else it’s always an
expression of something else
Category: Poetry
DamnRope
What do you do
when doing what you
did doesn’t work anymore
What do you think
what do you try
Have I finally finally
found the end of
the rope having followed
it all these years
no rope is a
rainbow at the end
of which one finds
gold Oh no the
end of the rope
is far less promising
So what does one
do when doing what
one knows doesn’t work
You let go of
the rope which while
scary is better than
being hung by it
It
It’s avoiding me now
love love is avoiding
me now it skitters
scampers and slides gleefully
teasing and tauntingly away
from me like some
feral cat or spoiled
child calling haha you
can’t catch me stupid
So I mope I sit
and I mope singing
woe is me and
I swear off this
obnoxious game of tag
for even in tag
sometimes I’m it but
love I never am
G’Morning
And the mountains appear
in the far off
distance like a fleet
of side by side
ships ready for battle
emerging from the gloom
like a pack of
big black wolves stalking
unaware sheep languidly grazing
or like the backs
of sleeping giants at
last awakened by dawn
Clouds
The morning clouds look
like spatulas dipped in
cream cheese frosting and
waiting for their cake
to be cooled enough
to be patiently iced
