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.

1 comment:

Baty said...

Now, I've spent about an hour going through your blog to the very first post. To say that I'm impressed would be an understatement! When I read your poems I found myself seeing through a different perspective, not like most poetry these days in which they try to find a soft spot in all people and poke at it. It's personal but it's not diary-like in the same time. Looking forward to more awesomeness :)