four short poems
late night net
reaching
touching
feeling electric pulse
holding invisible
hands, so sweet
no sweat
wander in the net
locate
the perfect projection
my love; my hate
if the line is busy
redial
wait
for debbie
I could write you words of wisdom
compare you to a faun
call your lips sweet rosebuds
your hair a breath of dawn
but all my words would fail to catch
your air of summer skies
and I'd fumble, like a juggler
on the circus of your eyes
march is
march is a windy month
but there are flowers, allways
we just have to take the time
that finding them demands
and the petals in your hands
your lovely hands...
frenchie
Frenchie's in a hostel tonight
some place where they take your money
and they take your chances too
he's weepy-drunk
at five this afternoon
Debbie cut his hair
'cept one thin braid in back
and he's regretting it
he's regretting a lot
tonight
aw, I hate to see it
when that first rock slips
under the foot of a friend
and he starts
to slide
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