Saturday, November 14, 2015

2 poems




Deep Lebanese eyes

Cow soft

Wet and wondering

Full of angelic blank

Most beautiful of my brood.





As you curse me

And hate me

Knives to my Eyes

All this

I laugh


Love another

I dare you

Indeed you cannot

You cannot give yourself absolutely to anybody but me

I am at the center of your being.

I know this

You don't.


Forgive me my cruelty

I am the God here

and I must amuse myself somehow.



Drawing by Emilie (age 6)

-- R 88s Я --

Perfection Is Easy



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