Poem: Drinking for Love

She’s a beauty when I’m drunk
Like a dirty mutt in the rain
Thinking maybe she’ll clean up
And after three bathes in
I’m sober and she still looks
Exactly the same as before

Poem: Questionable Hospitality

Arms held wide in a show
Of welcoming love
To any body willing
To accept their embrace

Poem: Reminiscing on Coffee Shops

I miss cafes and coffee shops
With a drink that tastes burnt
Having idled to long on burners
Neglected by a bored barista
Who’s ignored my advances
Every time I’ve come in here

Poem: Harboring Reservations About Freedom

Standing at the edge of the harbor
Where pretending with cold noses
We could smell English tea sinking
To the bottom set to a chorus
Of wild freemen cheering revolution