Three poems
“Miss” by yours truly
I have a proud declaration:
I have a beautiful new girlfriend.
Her name is Russian (Internet) Miss Information.
(A rather long name, but you know those Russians.)
She keeps pushin’ and may not be real,
But you feel what you feel.
“Flame” by yours truly
Flame, glad you are on a wick.
But big fire, please expire.
Or just retire.
Your burning doth tire.
Stay snuffed in the mire.
“Flame Part Deux” by yours truly
“No one’s to flame.” — with apologies to Howard Jones
“Desire without commitment.
I don’t want to play with that flame.”
“Whose flame is it?”
“Does it matter?”
“Mad as the mad hatter.”