Read my poetry on a bi-weekly basis at Call and Post.
Insincere Apology
(As time goes by the "sorry" fades away)
I can't be the reason
you lost several grand.
I speak for the weak this is l o v e pronounced,
Lovely how money becomes lost in quicksand.
Pin another problem on me
Though I wasn't there dear, when you kissed that man.
Since lust lures me deeply into longing,
then bulging wallets washes away your bitterness.
This I must understand.
Where Do You Belong?
Since being with me 'everything is wrong',
find where you belong,
don't love me from within shackles,
nor bruise your heels and ankles.
Frustration is the reason I stop talking
when did we stop holding?
We are facing opposite poles,
on this curving up and down current!
Love tastes bad without a taste test.
So as we step straight away from each other,
think of us coming back together,
triangle love; trace the outline with two pens,
division to reconnect.
Tweet me don't forget me.
My love is not dry, it floods.