Saturday, June 30, 2012

Like Ghadahfi



Like Qaddafi
some words should not be spelled
they should only be said
like a toy boat that keeps asking
where has Ben’s bin been
and the rage of jealous words

as my cat knows
it is not baby talk
it is my greeting
it is how I love him
it is how true friends
breathe the free air
of not having to spell
words of deep affection
like spelling an heirloom whistle

wudsy woo I love you
whoozy woo I love you
whuzey woo I love you
bubé


Saturday, June 16, 2012

Tuesday, June 12, 2012