POEMS NOT PUBLISHED 

Love The Wife and Fuck The Mistress

 

Love is only for my wife and my family

While lecherousness is for my mistress;

When I get bored at home,

I spend the evening with her and caress.

 

A Morning Drill

 

the bird sings

cows are eating the freah grass

morning crickets chirping

the bees in their hives

The sheep dog barks

and I, cry

Pondering

 

love with coffee

with grievous thoughts

all alone

the divorce confirmed

Untitled

 

When compassion fades in the sun

Then love becomes history;

If sincerity soaks the moonlight,

Solemnity becomes a myth.

Believe, if I could;

In doing this I might live the rest of my life with the memories of today.