There are some qualities I will never bestow
To create fictitious pieces, historically known...
It calls me back,day after day,
to pass churlish,pejorative,insolent remarks...
Lets get one thing clear
to critique is not to criticize...
*one of those poems that grips your imagination...
The villainy of evil crunch...
"It'll cause no harm," you tell yourself
As from a cigarette you take some drags...
How To Land A Husband
By Mark Spencer...
A sunset by the water,
something we don't see often...
Such a strange affair,
between here and there...
They pet wolves like lambs
out of cowardice, and then...
I climbed the fire tower
like I did several years ago...
Another poem asking for the impossible.
Another night wishing you were here...
Everything you love, everything you hate,
Goes away, out the window...