Amateur Pomes

071109

ICY HOT

Pricey. Dicey.
Spicy-torrid.

Love affairs
are fairly horrid.


071108

AMATEUR
PRODUCTION

Life is a poem,
a vision, a song:
we make it up
as we go along.


071107

THAT SOMETHING

It flutters skyward,
plummets into bog,
dominates like Dallas,
scintillates like Oz.


071106

LOVE TRIANGLE

Every blessing
is a trinity:
motive, means,
and opportunity.


071105

ACQUIRED TASTE

Cream of avocado,
snowpea pea-pod crunch,
tang of lemon, olive oil,
radishes (a bunch)
–such as these have lately
worked their way into my lunch.

While I won’t enthuse by ballad,
I’m learning to enjoy a salad.


071104

RESERVED

It seems to me I’ve lived my life
like a candle on a shelf:
never knowing what to cling to,
I wrapped up in myself.


071103

NOW TWO

Once
one and one,
we joined in hope:
we somehow made a two.

Now
day by day,
our hopes come true:
life comes alive with you.


071102

OUTFOXED

He studies
management gurus,
he claims.

He claims to have
an open-door policy,
but no one can find
his office.



071101

COUNTING COUP

Only ten trick-or-treaters came this year,
and half of them at once.

Not.

Two boys held out pillowcases,
queen-sized if not king.

“How many of you, altogether?”
I asked, peering beyond them into the dark.

Still into candy, not into girls, they sneered.
“They’re not with US!”