Monday, March 15, 2010


the more
I write
the less
I become

words slip
unrefined
from frail
imagination
flowers unfurl
to be molested
for literary beauty

and lovers caress
for the pleasure
of a dirty old
poet

1 comment:

Paul said...

This leaves me uncertain. Depending on how I read it, either the first stanza or the last stanza do not seem to belong. I could be reading it wrong altogether and totally missing the point, and it would not be the first time either. No title to the poem. I noticed you did not title your latest post poem either.