To Fiona
some things you said to me tonight
weren’t very nice…
she didn’t care about
or even want me out
and I could have loved that
couldn’t be a thing
that one would say
on a night after a day
like today.
were it not for your temptations
at extrapolated exaggerations
I would think myself the victim of a fool
but since I know your penchant,
I can allow for a sacrificed queen
to not mean much of anything.
To Cleo
though to be sure
I can’t help but find allure
in the deceits of golden voices
as they speak of treason
to a moment of clear reason
where the stars aloft
were filled with love
fueled by that spring season..
must I now wonder
at the sound of your thunder
as the trickle of scandal
comes back?
should I keep quiet in these
uproarious times to avoid
any further
cold attacks?
To Myself
now is a question of dedication
that the kinks put through the ringer
I’m here for now and that’s the best I’ve got
though I hope to have the sense
to see some truth where there is not.
Just A Note
a course is not stayed so much as it is fought
for where you are tomorrow is right now’s thought.