Free Verse
For Lady Lynne
New York days and nights
Lodged in the back of my skull
Like tiny splinters beneath
A hangnail
My mind stoned
Like Merlin the Magician
On a starless night
Lost in a whirlwind of lust
That comes and goes
Like a fevered dream
My words empty as a tramp’s pocket
As you allow me to probe the
Lining of your soul
As we make it one last time
To the music of a thousand crickets
Rubbing their hind-legs in applause
I Remember Still
My hands tracing the
Valleys of heaven
And finding peace within the
Soft curves
It was a work of abstract art
A garden of unsurpassed beauty
I became God himself
And having you
I did not need a son
