Hinged to forgetfulness like a door,she slowly closed out of sight,and she was the woman I loved,but too many times she slept likea mechanical deer in my caresses,and I ached in the metal silenceof her dreams.

30 cents, two transfers, loveThinking hard about you I got on the bus and paid 30 cents car fare and asked the driver for two transfers before discovering that I was alone.

I’ll affect you slowlyas if you were having a picnic in a dream. There will be no ants.It won’t rain.

We walked back to iDEATH, holding hands. Hands are very nice things, especially after they have travelled back from making love.

The WaitIt seemedlike yearsbeforeI pickeda bouquetof kissesoff her mouthand put theminto a dawn-colored vaseinmyheart.Butthe waitwas worth it.BecauseIwasin love.

Someday Time will die, and Love will bury it