Poem

She was nature’s child
The most special one
Her smile as warm

Anne, I vote more cars race Rome to Vienna
A Toyota! Race fast... safe car... a Toyota
Are we not drawn onward, we few, drawn onward to new era?
Ah, Satan sees Natasha

Lisa Bonet ate no basil.

Early on a September morning
Both towers struck without a warning
Heat and smoke and twisted steel
This New York City scene surreal
A familiar skyline forever changed

Take it
And wrap it around your finger,
As you always tend to do.
The simple recipe for disaster,
Snapping it when things come too tight.

Fluttering to the ground,
You walk away

What women!
They walk like goddesses,

How can you tell if a Model has been using the computer?
There are many spots of Tippex on the screen of the monitor
How can you tell if her friend has used it while she’s away?

Dear Lord please bless me with the wisdom
To understand my husband
Dear Lord please give me love in my heart
To forgive my man
Dear Lord please grant me the patience
To tolerate his funny ways

You should have watched Steve Punt?
Does anyone know does James Hunt?
Few people stopped to see Steve Race?

She took his thin hands, still warm,...

I'd never move again, if not for her

open the door,
let me in
never let me out again,
i'll lock it from the inside,
never want to leave.
you'll open it again
and i'll stay.
step to the light and turn around,
go back in,

... in the garage land of guitar bands, before the city became an open grave...

the day must go on
while my mind sleeps

Dear letter,
I find your greed
for significance
alarming.

The way you
snap gobble every
preposition and
belch

Nouns like bad
burgers you refuse
to contain.
Why,

Yesterday you

I remember, I used to imagine the milk
you slurped with your bran flakes
was not milk, but rather, it was bleach.

Unless you walk in your sleep/which I hope you don't

In the seventies
Seeds and stems
Were for chilling out
Now I’m in my seventies
Seeds and stems
Are roughage

The Gorgons
The sisters three
Sthenno and Euryale
Had immortality

Medusa by far
Was most beautiful
But she was
Merely mortal

The god Poseidon
And the lovely Medusa
In love, desecrated

A girl goes to the doctor in some distress
What’s the problem or do I have to guess?
I keep singing the green, green grass of home
That sounds to me like Tom Jones syndrome

how desparate would you be... to make a new life?