Perception

The caterpillar’s like a worm, A low and dirty thing,Which causes girls to hide and squirm,And to their boyfriends cling. It hangs about in grass and mud,Sometimes gets in your hair,Until a boot comes with a thud,And lets out all…

The Lonesome Lot

How loneliness grabs each breath that we take And sighs give the lie to banter we fakeThe wisdom of patience, promise of timeSo longing of love of manner sublimeIn mad search of Eros ever unseen,  Ephemeral lure that clearly it’s beenThe…

Half Life

To watch the scene through hard, grey eyes To see the lies too clearTo stand astride a never landAt once both straight and queer. Of wispy dreams and steely thoughtOf body often piercedOf slender, gentle, shaking handsOf fear beyond…

Cooked

I started out in full control, The eggs, the milk, the beating bowl The pan was wide, though not too deep So little fear the dish might creep I stirred and shook till all was mixed Then checked the time that it was fixed Enflamed…

The Opposition Member

For those of us who seldom lay,And even some who do,Some like to sleep, some like to play,And some combine the two. You won’t be nicked amusement taxOn either of these vices.So grab a mag, lie down, relaxYou’ll not find better prices. While…

The Realm of the Lion King

A young lion, beloved and flexing king, Viewing his domain of carnivores, though- Safe at home, saw what foreign hunts could bring, And planned how he might deliver the blow. Hegemony starts with well-concealed spring. He…

Other Lives

In Walden Pond there lived a frog, A wise and pithy sprite. Who spent his days on marshial law, Philosophized at night. He was the king of bullrush shore - Since Daddy late had croaked. A voice of quiet rebel roar…

All the King’s Men

Now see their fealty shorn of pretence Those who laughed and who danced the gay quadrille Unmasked, whose loyalty gives grave offense To the king who fed them and now is still Their chase of position spared no expense  These…

Just a Bit Outside

(with apologies to the lad from Shropshire)   “Now come on check the threads you wear A public man should take more care The crowd in which you try to shine  Is found in tux or Calvin Klein How can you be so…

The Stallion and the Trainer

Here soft we rest beside a brook Cool fed from mountain streams To drink our well-earned respite And feed our tired dreams. Though moisture glistens on his back His breath is slower now As much as miles of trodden…