Teary Tales

Teary tales untold Of blackouts and bugs Buried behind my back Of course, how will you know The many times these balls Were drowned in their own sockets. Maybe it is good That you see them freshy and juicy Bulky, froggy and catchy For you can't carry the burden (no... not I can remember) Face …

TO PUBLISHED AND YET-TO-BE WRITERS

I don't know [just thinking aloud], but I find it very disturbing reading nonfiction especially of latter day, only to see writers lazily quoting famous orators, writers, philosophers, etc. and calling such books 'addition of value'. I think latter day self-published writers, should sit up and do more research. Each day, we hear people launch …

DEAR DEAD LEAF

O dear dying leafy leaf I wail worriedly for your sorrowful soul Dumped in dirt By the evil selfishness of man. O 'frowny' foliage, Sorry, if I must murmur The mutilation meted out to you By shameless sapiens Flanking on earth & O I remember, last season — of atmospheric tears When you stood gayer …