the group
has the power of
the individual

she dressed
like a man
while
i dressed
like a woman
and
we both knew
how to act

slightly concerned
now we are ready
can talk and sing
come see us
i
won’t be here

make an appointment
for
the hostage situation
involves thanksgiving
surrounded by the stuffing

how do i reach you
when
you are not here

brought to you by
religion and commercials
for the homemade

lord
you are beautiful

was it a dream
did it really happen
love and beyond passion
both sides
of different things
and we got to play
in the garden
with the ardor poems
joy and sorrow

i cry
when the phone rings
because i know
it will never be
you

here to clap
until tomorrow
when
the sun shines
everything evolving
a painting
almost
done

take charge and
get
in control
with some dignity

first of all
poetry ought
to rhyme
and i guess
secondly use words like
shibboleth or
shilly-shally
like a litterbug
we
littoral
and watch the stars
collect and
escape to a new
galaxy or just
meet
and have a delightful
snack

lost my hand
some kind of robert
johnson story
however
no soul was
bartered i know
not mine

tony could write
about sorrow
as if a
tear

you know i keep
pouring
gasoline
on myself

smoking cigarettes
and
listening
to guitar and

your voice

scares me sometimes
it is just
the way you
move

i know it was flawed. i understand there were parts left for you and your imagination. so i will take the blame,and move.
wondering what could make this better. practice,of course,lots of practice. it is what i will do. stare for awhile,because i need to focus.
when you stop and think and draw for awhile,as if night existed,without light. easy is really hard. sit next to me just long enough to see.