Most of these poems are written for two. One particular woman for whom I have written nearly a thousand poems and all of womankind.
I haven't gone through them all to check, but certainly a whole lot of them.
Dateless
Dates mean nothing. The poems are just ordered as I please. I believe I still have a mostly accurate account of dates elsewhere.
Monday, May 27, 2024
"Bomb squad"
Bomb Squad
Like a skittish colt on Sunday morning
Or, a bomb squad just receiving warning
Blood that burns like lava flowing rock
A mind like cheapest jewelry out for hock
Is me in your presence
I don't know why but I really, really like this one.
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