Poems

You can read more than one a day. Just don't over do it.

A strange mingling of the spiritual and the sexual.

This is as much for me as it is for you.

It's all with me now. I remember everything.

The heart is never empty for long.

She has a long list of grateful victims.

This tree really is large enough to house a village of Ewoks.

I guess I still owe the little guy something.

The fun of having a heart is seeing how much pummeling it can withstand.

This poem contains many years and many incarnations of me.

You know, you don't have to wait for a new year to make a new you.

If you think Christmas Eve is a long night for the kids, just look at what the parents have to go through.

Even a cynical heathen like me can find a reason to pray.

If Freddy Mercury can write a poem about his cat, then so can I.

I wrote this for a Gypsy girl I met in the mountains. She got me into the movies for free but never did let me have that kiss.

If only I were as good as Shakespeare, then I could convince you how dangerous envy is.

I bet my to-do list is way cooler than your to-do list.

This is a test of the Revelations Broadcast System. This is only a test.

It's all true, I tell you. Every word of it.

Frankly, I hate junkies. I hate them and their stupid problems.

I'm sad that my Granny died never having read this poem.

This is a dream. Or is it, like most nights, lots of little dreams that only seem like one?

What moms and girlfriends don't realize is that right there, on the floor beside the desk, is where that comic book lives.

I took a copy of Walden to the office one day. Thoreau hated being there.