3 short form poems by me


There’s a spider in the kitchen,

it’s really got me itching.

I could squash it flat or feed it to the cat,

Or I could just sit here bitching.


My soul melts for you

My arms ache for you

Time stops for you

Just let me through

What can I do?

Teardrops for you.

Rambling Irrelevance

You always speak with intelligence and eloquence,

You have a kind of elegance with your rambling irrelevance