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
love with coffee
with grievous thoughts
the divorce confirmed
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.