The body is
The temple of
The soul but
It’s just a
Vessel a canoe
Which floats upon
The lake that
The soul is
Come swim with
Me abandon your
Boat get naked
And let us
Paddle languidly in
All that the
Other beautifully is
Category: Life
StormyMorn
On coming rain
Looms like the
Flashing lights of
A patrol car
In rear-view mirrors
Creating an anxiety
Until you’re wet
Hoping for thunder
Stormy days make
Me want to
Curl beneath blankets
Like critters burrowing
Deeper together huddling
Waiting for clouds
To pass by
NoFun (to Zeke)
I’m relieved that
We’re done like
A poorly prepared
Student sighs at
The end of
A tough exam
I’m relieved like
A patient discovering
It’s simply a
Cold nothing worse
Relieved like a
Child wrapping his
First present and
A frightened actor
Simply reciting lines
There’s simply no
Fun in us
AgainOver
Yet once again
I whiffed swung
My bat and
Missed hitting the
Trickery that men
Lob at me
Like summer showers
My affair is
Over as quickly
As it began
Not even friends
Just memories of
Forced kisses and
Cold desperate affection
Morning
The morning dark
Except for flashes
Of light and
Thunder like evil
Wizards are fighting
Storms approach quickly
Like galloping horses
As the air
Is thick with
Moistures like loofa
Sponges sudsy with
Rain the morning
Is stirred like
A soupy pot
