I Hate Marie Antoinette

The Seine around her neck and all

Its cavalier beauty

Crawling down her breast

In tortuous crystalline unity

I hate Marie Antoinette

For if she trips upon her lacey skirt

A head she merely loses,

The boys dans masque remain to flirt, and

Elegance never refuses

Null and Void

Prudence claimed his magic pen

Could save the human ‘kind’

By writing when

You had a thought a twirled it in twine

Ivory letters to be ebonied with truth

For the sweetest syllables to woo and forsooth

But no one sold you at the seal

The pen, its magic; you made no deal

As now I string my papers in a stack

I sure wish I could have my money back

Sweeter Than Any Wine

No, I'm not doing a thing tonight

She uttered to her red dress

Carelessly caressing the wind

The man in the pinstripe suit twisted

Her brown curl with a sly smirk

Then walking down the hill glanced one last time

At the 'v' fold of her skirt

And those chubby knees scarred

By worn nylons

After the dusk hues had mellowed to black

Twice over and brought up a new morn

The young woman lay upon the same checkered quilt

Innocently crushing the green twigs and wondering

If virginity would ever again wander her same path

Marriage and Her Lover

Who is Law to say what we are?

Her young eyes quoted in his embrace

Indeed, my dear

We are God

About Falling In Love Without You

In a balloon I float past the courier 
On a tall sand dune he stretches and blows 
The writ of a sealed letter 
Your dry mouth stamped like the night we eloped
No rings attached but
Two cats on a fence one jumping down
And I'm carried helpless by your amused coughing
Because I always refused to have 'love'
In any title