Picture of you

Go around naked

naker nakest.

Lit by the red sun

while I get bested.

Looking glass

looking at you

a forgotten picture

of truth.

If this is all,

then so be it.

I’m glad I could

eat your pity.

Finished on 01-07-2006

Gardener of toys

I plucked my flower,

I plucked her right;

I drank her moisture

And wetted her thigh.

Before I went home

with her sad eyes

she told me not to:

I waved goodbye.

For always there is

one flower more.

One pixie laughing

for good candor.

Farewell then, flower.

And farewell love.

Perhaps tomorrow

You’ll be my doll.

Finished on 11-27-03