My love songs won’t be in perfect meter or rhyme
or even make much sense from time to time
but they will be honest and be true
as only love songs can be
from me to you.

I am a peculiar man who has been gifted
sometimes not when I have drifted
but always grateful to have found my way to you.

Rose petals on the floor
await for you behind a door
within a home made whole
for all to see
in all the love you give
from you to me.

So kiss me once and maybe twice
the sweetness lingers
a special spice
has found its way to us
unlike any I have known before.

I shed my ear
Because I had two
And was hoping one of mine might assist
But as near as I recall
It wasn’t helpful at all
And sent you shrieking into morning’s mist.

If I were a mantis with ocular gifts
I’d shed one of mine because I had two
But mantid I’m not
Two eyes are my lot
And my third eye confuses me with you.

So pray now I must
You’ve left me in dust
And Fall is your season to feast
I made my selection
Through error of reflection
Confusing insect for holier beast.

Please don’t despair
I know you don’t care
For caring is not what you do
Using all of my art
I gave you my heart
Seeing me the whole time and not you.

His name was Bob
But he was Iranian
Married to a beast
He claimed Transylvanian.

Her name was Kym
A cocktail waitress
She worked for Bob
Two Jews who were faithless.

They tussled and moaned
At Kym’s old abode
Kym still a virgin
Bob still a toad.

She kissed him quite often
But he never turned
For years this went on
And Kym never learned.

Things are what they are
People are who they seem
No matter how extensive
Your personal daydream.

It smells of cedar and perfume
I see it every day
A shoebox in my closet
Filled with what I cannot say.

Addresses on some letters
Sent To Whom It May Concern
Digging deeper there’s one name
I remember, plain as day.

But the face, it just keeps fading
Tears are falling, dreams abrading
Tossed and swollen
I cast myself upon the kitchen floor.

Last I saw you, you were laughing
Smiling, gleaming, joking, gaffing
Nothing like the Hollow
That you have left behind.

So when I see you, if I do
Remind me when your love was true
And I’ll smile and recall
That someone like me
Was there, too.