from the notebooks

Midwinter Blues
My hands cracked, my lips chapped
My eyes half-lidded, the race forfeited.
In comes the new year
same as the old year.

Half Hearted
My heart.
Yours parted.
After the love affair
should have started.


this one would make a good valentine:
"You're divine, waaay better than wine,
like a kiss. Even when things go amiss
I'm in love (heaven above!)"

I love you like a tomato.
I think you're delicious like a
mongoose. You're a peach.
A dream. A thousand kisses.
Also thousands and thousands
of wishes.


My eyes are heavy
the night is young
I flip my key
between finger and thumb
The music lures
The dancing tempts
I outline my eyes
And touch my neck with scent
I look in the mirror
My courage wanes
I think of papers
and it builds again
My friend calls
No pressure she asks
I waver between
sleeping and tasks.

I confess, I'll do something drastic
because all this studying makes me feel spastic.