Kitsch

Well I miss you
and love you too
with words that have
just one sound each.

and I like the
curve of time a
look from you brings,
fair, skin-hued peach

and the taste of
some thing near love
that is there near
by in my reach.

and a mind that
has all the facts
and loves me though,
this is all kitsch.

(Feb. 28th)

and my words do
go much to far.
I am not here
to stand and preach.

Believe you, me

believe you me, honey.
I might be offended:
by thoughts that I have lost
and words left open-ends.

lull me, ambiguility,
concrete finalities.
all signs point to:
believe you, me honey
I might be off, ended.
by thoughts that I have lost,
words in op-ed pieces.

Note

Some (two) of my friends sometimes occasionally when they have nothing else to do at all look at my blog. And by look, I mean look; they do not read; a single glance in the span of two months is all I really have to look forward to. I do wish things were different.

Being that as it may, I do not think I am capable of persuading them to actually process the words and sentences arranged on these pages. But, if all they will be doing is glancing, then maybe they can glance with the proper tecnique.

Here is an example of terrible technique. Devil-may-careless technique. You can't even see the fish.

Now, here is excellent technique. Devil-does-care-and-he-likes-what-he-sees technique.
Dozens (millions?) of fish are visible, and the content in the center, everything I've written, my heart and soul, is barely visible.