Freed of loathsome town
we stalk befogged tracks...

We grounded ships on Pythian beach
then trekked high up to the Seer's lair...

See the highland sheep graze in the fields
scattering when the engineer...

She gave me a personal guided tour of her mind
but when it was finished the trail of ironic...

Whenever you fall
laugh heartily at yourself...

"These Scout trips you make with your son,
I think you force them...

Back then Admiral Hornblower controlled
all the coast of Spain where he waylaid...

True Lies (Vingt et Un)
Every poem has a kernel...

Truth is whatever a person
relies on to act and live...

Days on end he walks the circular rut
That describes the circumference...

Tornados dance and go
But I really only cried...

Youth rox!
Accountability is making the step...