Lovers’ Tiff
 
I’m hanging
 
     on your every line
     pegged out
     to dry
 
     …... waiting
 
     my breath is bated
     will you bite
     or should I
 
     …… broadcast
  
     to the nation
     that war has
     been
 
     …… declared?



Frustration
 
I suggested we elope
     but you said “nope
          it’s too far to go”
 
We’ve still not been
     to Gretna Green
          but I hold out hope
 
that one day soon
     you’ll go all the way
          waddya say?
 
 
  
Ode to a poem
 
You were my first born
twentysixyearsago today
happy birthday opus one
I remember your gestation

        in my mind

before I delivered you
ontothepages of this world
Would I change you?

        not one line

In you I am well pleased,
the first of many
poem children
    born out of wedlock
        but entirely
           legitimate