Wednesday, August 22, 2012


read my poems 
in which you'll sail away 
on a one man boat 
heading east to the seas of Norway 
read each word 
eat them by the letters 
your appetite, 
will swirl-tongue its way

to an ecstasy 
of whole cream milk ...
and butter;
your eyes might shutter,
that would be expected,
a golfer new to my course
is an anxious duffer.