Sweetmeat Poems

Sweet, sweet, can't be beat
What a treat, love to eat
Veggie meat, cookie sheet
Oats and wheat down the street.

Take a seat off your feet
Here to greet friends from Crete
Cuban Pete in the sleet
Areet pleat, neat, petite.

The elite ocean fleet
No defeat, no...Read More

I have been awake for awhile,
Trying to obey my insomniac instinct.
Sleepy eyes marching with thunder;
Till my thoughts perish,
I have to hark and wander.
So stay tuned dear sleep,
As insomnia ain't a sweetmeat....Read More

"life is like a maypole", I heard him say through the cell bars
I knew his voice, unmistakeable, rasping (like a corncrake) 
in a midnight field

now I had entered his world, his maelstrom, his sweetmeat-coated 
world of pain, now I the...Read More

I watched the monkey 
climb aboard,
and sink his claws 
into the small of your back
after all, 
its where the sweetmeat is


you stood there 
not batting an eye
while he devoured
and chewed on your psyche


ripping at ligaments
you twitched,
just a mite
and went white


refrain...Read More