The Naked Truth

Meaning I suppose you need 

No patching up when 

It starts 

Wearing you thin. 

Hold On

Stop me if I’ve told you this before— 

Whatever you do, don’t do it 

In the spirit of one sentenced 

To listen to friends pretending

He’s interested though we know 

The minute they start talking, 

He’s miles out the door. 

On the Road

On top of blighted cypress, old crow appears 

To grow larger over centuries; 

Small figures walking by disappear 

In a minute, year after year. 

To a Friend, Unhappy with Herself

If I were you, I’d think twice about being 

Something other than you are. 

Unhappy with your present lot, 

You might be thinking of being 

A perennial flower or even a queen bee, 

Or something even more farfetched, 

Whatever that may be. 

But let’s get serious— 

We know all that’s impossible. 

So why not be yourself 

And make everything possible. 

A Plague on You, Shylock

Wishful thinking Rosy 
Rat gut package twine of course
There’s no such thing but 
Metaphorically speaking if
Bill hadn’t let the cat out of the bag 
Back in the Globe we could all be
Tying rings round parcels 
Of fat cat operators

With no strings attached, 
Sending them all packing.