All this you ask of me

You ask for love
Measured in tons
Of frivolous ribbons
Whipped cream pies
High as Mount Fujii
A never-ending kiss
Sweeter than nectar
All this you ask of me

But I am a mendicant
Who begs on
Love’s corner
I have little to give
But this teaspoon
Of forever

And the heart of
A man not too proud
To take alms

In Remembrance House

In a room dark as cobalt blue
Lady Sorrow will sit
with the gentleman Grief.
From the same deep cup
(inconsolably)
they'll sip with quivering mouths
the bitter tea of loss and longing.

"My heart breaks again,"
Sorrow will say to her love,
but Grief will not reply.
With trembling hand he'll toss
away a waste of words;
he'll remind her where they are.
How misfortune sealed their love.
Then into the empty cup he'll pour again.

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I SAVED POEMS IN A BOTTLE NOW FLOATING IN THE SEA

Save me from myself

S pinning-
A round
V erses“
E arthy,

M ushy
E pitaphs,

F oolish
R ondels,
O des,
M adrigals,

M ostly
Y earning
S onnets
E choing
L ove
F orgotten.

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