Category Archives: Poem

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Crescendo

I sit behind you My hands tracing the curves Of your breasts Your waist And you hips Your bum And your thighs But all I see is a sonnet

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Crescendo

I sit behind you My hands tracing the curves Of your breasts Your waist And you hips Your bum And your thighs But all I see is a sonnet

This past week has witnessed the death of me

I’ve been omitting words from conversations I’ve been forgetting some letters in the words I write Like the N in ‘Gree’ I don’t even know why I had written down the word green I thought that today was Sunday, not

This past week has witnessed the death of me

I’ve been omitting words from conversations I’ve been forgetting some letters in the words I write Like the N in ‘Gree’ I don’t even know why I had written down the word green I thought that today was Sunday, not

Thank you, thank you not

Thank you for reminding me how great flip-flops are Thank you for the days that I woke up with a smile Thank you for being my muse, and inspiring me to write all that I did about you Thank you

Thank you, thank you not

Thank you for reminding me how great flip-flops are Thank you for the days that I woke up with a smile Thank you for being my muse, and inspiring me to write all that I did about you Thank you

Spectrum

I don’t understand You refuse to explain I’ll never understand Why it is the world that you choose to blame

Spectrum

I don’t understand You refuse to explain I’ll never understand Why it is the world that you choose to blame

Dreamcatcher

I hung you up on the wall You thought I was hanging you up to dry You thought that I didn’t want you around But, you were the only thing that I wanted And that’s why I hung you up

Dreamcatcher

I hung you up on the wall You thought I was hanging you up to dry You thought that I didn’t want you around But, you were the only thing that I wanted And that’s why I hung you up

Urotica

Roses are red Violets are blue Oh, yes, baby I’m fantasizing about you

Urotica

Roses are red Violets are blue Oh, yes, baby I’m fantasizing about you

The lodger

You’re a black hole Stuck in a constellation’s body Like birthday letters I don’t quite know what to make of you

The lodger

You’re a black hole Stuck in a constellation’s body Like birthday letters I don’t quite know what to make of you