If I give to you my heart
sew pockets hidden from sight...

Back when we were young she sizzled -
cold pop from bottle, soda blast tide...

Hornblower on Deck (sonnet)
Horatio, why stalk this quarterdeck...

This poet sits in lonely room
observing life as from a womb...

Don't think I'm one to recriminate,
each of us must follow our course...

I do not want to be cuddled
or sheltered by your charms...

She stands in their hotel room
gripped by deadly weather cast...

For youths who survive and win:
may you raise your children...

The longer I crawl this earth
the more my pleasures shrink...

Predawn paradise - leave camp
with coffee to fog banked lake...

61 is
- losing a half hour...

Child, you'll see future
events not meant for my eyes...