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Passing Glance in a Mirror

Once a child, always 

A child they say but how 

Was it when you saw that 

Boy growing into a man 

You didn’t stop to ask. 

Timeworn

Sick to death—maudlin enough 

A phrase and oh too common— 

But how many suffer 

To live through it. 

Take It or Leave It

Lethe bound, I’d rather give 

The shirt off my back to bring back 

Those remnants of memory 

Than be dressed to kill 

And leave it at that.

Gone with the Wind

O most aery spirit 

Of the vaunted avant-garde mooning 

Around your emanations, amass 

Enough asses about and soon 

You’ll be at the rear swooning 

Over their moons too.