I can not possibly fathom
how those green eyes idolize infirmity...

So go busy yourself
with slavish tasks...

I saw her standing there,
a peerless silhouette of...

Yesterday, while browsing Lowe's
I stumbled upon the river rock aisle...

Yesterday,
...............you called me pretty...

I often wonder why
that homeless woman...

If love were a star;
I'd wish it to...

I don't suppose
the white hums of summer...

You're amusing,
a real high class panoply...

Please, don't leer at me
with those well acquainted lines...

I wait, like a genie
sealed inside a whiskey bottle...

Why not avow my poem
its restitution...