Poem #106 weren’t they saying

“come all you fair and tender lovers”

Weren’t they saying madame butterfly

That I am a Minnie? Let us say this stint

Wandering weather and sable wining

Nail down talks of a complain

Stay where you’re dummy

Poem #69: Neighbor

Neighbor between angels

Respectful rhapsody of yesterday’s yelling

Nice sound for this frivolous errand

Run him besides trust

Fill moment’s music

To the little listening life

Silence a prettied out work

“Like I was right”, “wrong”

My mistake, I’m sorry

Silence an amendable word