Poems?

 

1.

Sometimes I am too tired
To think of you.
Today was such a day,
But then I knew
Today, for certain, you'd be weary too.

You there in hospital
With health to seek –
And me at my machine
Too tired to speak –
We're very funny lovers of a week.

 

3.

Your breath is sweet,
Your eyes are like two jewels in the sky.
Your back is straight,
Your hair is smooth
On the pillow where you lie.

But I don’t sense affection,
No gratitude or love.
Your loyalty is not to me,
But to the stars above. . . .

 

 

5.

Drink.
Drive.
Treehit.
Para-
ple-
gic.

 

2.

so much depends
upon

a red wheel
barrow

glazed with rain
water

beside the white
chickens

 

4.

Ideology is slippery;
A mirage of the intellect,
part        false consciousness,
part        worldview,
often a pixel from doublespeak.

As a subject it is commonplace
or          rather,
it is reflections
on place.