A Quantity For Love 



How many love poems
Must I write
Before my beloved
Finds me

 

Miles Away



 

They went into the shower
He closed his eyes
Seeing the warm water
Roll down the curves of her body
His hand tracing her softness
With thoughts of love
His excitement rising
Waiting for the moment
When both would be dry
And their hands would gently
Find the hidden secrets
Of the other
They went into the shower
With thoughts of the other
In homes miles away

Blackout



It was a typical Woodstock blackout
All homes east
Appeared like an ebony backdrop
Against a plutonian sky
The once familiar door of my home
Dissolved into a mysterious portal
I continually found myself
Exclaiming profanities
While my nose found walls
I’d previously ignored
My cats lovingly came
To assist me tripping several times
As my nose and rug collaborated
Meanwhile my dog didn’t bark

 

Abracadabra



She often gives herself
To others freely
Each time thinking
It will make her
More beautiful

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Covered By Uncle Sam​



            Uniforms
               Hat
              Boots
               Belt
             Shelter
              Food
              Rifles
             Bullets
   Oh yes… let’s not forget
             Coffins



I Saw The Night Mysterious



Once when young
I saw the night mysterious
With moon and stars and lights in flight
It made me very curious
I thought the moon
So all alone
Amidst the stars that brightly shone
Reflected light that made me feel
Delirious
Until I realized
The feeling wasn’t serious
But as I sit
I must admit
What lies ahead I can’t predict
When daylight fades
And dark shades fall on us
I still can see the night mysterious



Bikini Waxed Smile



Hey you
With the smile of an angel
And your devilish intentions
Are you going to let me in
To your happy hunting ground
Or do you just plan
To make me look all night
At your beautiful
Bikini waxed smile

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Breakfast Breasts

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Come sleep with me tonight
It’s much too late to leave
All the taxis have gone home
The horses died so long ago
Moreover the blanket was made for two
And this pillow knows your name
Besides I love the way
Your perfect breasts look at breakfast

 

Faucet Eyes



Your eyes are dripping
Like a broken faucet
And I can’t find
The right wrench
To fix
Your faucet eyes



When All My Poems Are Gone



When all my poems are gone
I shall dream
Of wordless rhymes on empty papers
Written by inkless pens

They shall flow
Endlessly and forever into the seas
For all to hear
On each breaking wave

And I shall sit on sandless beaches
And wait
And wait
And wait for my poems
To come in