short poems

how can we think
when the onslaught
of insipid endeavor
lurks on the backdrop
of meager existence

she spreads her mind
too thin and her legs
too wide when reality
requires the converse

time is
of the
essence
except
when
time is
naught

ne'er will i
re-enter
the mindset
distruction...
morality
is a string
but being
is a fibre, too...
forgive me
but needs
must be met
elsewhere

(c) 2006 lemme howdt

Cricket - Teddy Cavy