The shortest distance between two
points is a perfect curve.
Not if it’s a straight line that pierces the ground.
Don’t miss a thing while you’re here.
Ruin your eyes while you’re at it.
Be always there and look back:
A new old fashion.
Nothing is lost providing you believe
everything is in play.
Words lead to sentences.
Sentences to stories.
Jump out of yours
and disappear.
How are you?
I’m fine
but…
When will we escape
one word at a time?
When they become real as rhubarb
pursuing taste in motion.
I could eat the Mona Lisa
If on the other side
hanging on the wall
was a ripe plump
strawberry rhubarb butt..
You must change your wife!
Lasting Geometries
Published in Poetry