INSPIRATION
I steal words
from books and
magazines
I write them
on tiny slips
of paper
then place them
in a drawer
in my night
stand and on
nights that I
can not sleep I
take them out
to place side
by side and
sing them
in a whisper
while my lover
dreams of the
woman he
left at home
THE BLANKET
The smell of burnt popcorn
lingers like April rain in
the air as he sleeps on
the sofa under the blanket
his wife asked him to give
to goodwill last week on his
way home from work
WORKINGS
No matter what
word you give me
to start a poem
it will always
end up in bed
committing adultery |