One Month To Go
One month to go, and it won’t go slow.I have lots of poems to write.More than a month’s worth, that I know.Plus, they can’t be trite.Eleven months of ups and downs,and I’m still writing here.I might not have written a … Continued
One month to go, and it won’t go slow.I have lots of poems to write.More than a month’s worth, that I know.Plus, they can’t be trite.Eleven months of ups and downs,and I’m still writing here.I might not have written a … Continued
A husband buys his wife a gift,something that she doesn’t need,something kind of frivolous.The wife puts it in a good placeso when she needs it, it’ll be safe.So now it’s lost. What a waste.And who’s the one who wasted?
If no one ever reads this poem,at least it’s not on paper,so it will cause no trees to fall in the forest.But even so,as I write,there is a tree falling.We just don’t hear it.
It was all gonna make sense.It was all gonna make sense.It was all gonna make sensewhen your answer was gonna be yes.
Balancing the budget,sorting out the costs,looking for a way to makemore profits to each loss. This would be so much easier if I didn’t have to pay for my past.Forgive me, please forgive me, I’d like to ask. You told … Continued
Mark my words– with a red pen–I know I can do better.I’ll be making changes.For now please make this redder.
Somewhere, someone has a bigger homeand someone has a mattress with more high-tech foamand someone wears rarer pearls round their neck,and someone has more servants at their call and beck.Somewhere, someone has a sweeter ride,and someone has a safe box … Continued