These nugatory paper words
Are like of bottle of zinfandel all to myself...

Mucous is spilling from my nose
I can't smell dinner, wine or rose...

She breathes, sighs contentedly
Slides her bare legs through the soft sheets...

Mother and daughter
Quarks spin, merge, return...

Sand pelts my arms and face
The sting is audible, a sound of pain...

[This is a spoof poem, to the original lyrics of...
Some say love, it is a canine...

This is my mp3 post
At least it tastes better than toast...

Your hands are threaded within mine
Your eyes reveal, portals unto center depths...

This red muscle
Big as a baseball...

Newt slithers down the tree in search of food
Over the roots, under fallen leaves, wind on his...

I ran on the beach in the rain
with exalted expectation...

I looked around and then I found
I was only breathing in and out...