I'm beginning to think the whole world
is on the verge...

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

I know my poetry is in shambles-
it is enchanted with...

Mr. McHugh use to be fun
until he saw my pink heart...

You're impossible to love,
with your red tape and blue ink...

I'd like to gather my poems
and scatter them...

Too many times,
I've ambushed myself...

I dreamed of you last night
for reasons unbeknown...

Someone else's toes
muddled themselves whilst stepping...

When time squeezed with it's midnight hands
darling, it was as though you clasped your fingers...

I love you, I loathe you
please (don't) flit away...

I have two voices...
One tongues of fashion...