i'm not
a golfer
but i can
quietly report
on this
sport
without
knowing
any thing
that involves
my balls keeps
me very alert
and then to
combine my
wood not an
iron though
i love to putt
and put my
balls into
her cups
but i've got
to consult
with my
caddie
not that
there's
a three
some
going on
but her
sug
gestion
was just go in
and hold on to
yourself allowing
to give and get
a
bit of
a little
death
Categories:
gestion, muse,
Form: I do not know?
i admit
i can't
seem
to sit
still
but
i'll
still
try
to
wry
T
this
tonight i can't
find sleep
nasally not
sinus con
gestion but
brain con
stipation
as stupid as
that may seem
but beginnings of
too many poems
without endings
within me are filled
not necessarily
because of my
recent dietary
only drinking
beer and eat
ing cheese
that has
stopped
me up
i just
babble
yes i do
just babble
like a brook
or a stream
or a broken
record that
skips and
repeats
repeats
repeats
scratch that
i'm not a
broken
record
flip me
to my
b side
and
you'll see
or at least
hear that
i'm here
Categories:
gestion, muse,
Form: I do not know?
Ouch! What a combination
Do not let these two together
I think, you think, they think?
Wow! mauvais choix, Ouch!
It has taken over
Non! I say Oui!
Foul play you see, reasoning indeed.
What is this? It is beyond doubt
La reponse is...
Shoot! Justice or justice?
Great people, dull gestion!
I foresee failure in...
La Republique!
Categories:
gestion, africa, anger, bereavement, conflict,
Form: Free verse