Far away

The cattle is furrier
The mountains are sharper
The birds cry louder
The houses are homelier
And the women

Poetry
Tapas

I told her over tapas
That I have two papas

between olives and anschovis
Oh, well, c’est la vie

Poetry

I’m trippin’

on the side of the road

the road of the free

Poetry
Love

Love is a prison of the heart
Says the infatuated:
You are my prison guard

Poetry

we observe the armistice
between our shadows
today,
we live in a world
of small things

Poetry

Yes! I want the whole world to know
I delight more in the kiss you throw
than in {Kim Kardashian’s} fellatio

Poetry

Gentle lady, do not sing
Sad songs about the end of love;
Lay aside sadness and sing,
How love that passes is enough.

Sing about the long deep sleep
Of lovers that are dead and how
In the grave all love shall sleep
Love is aweary now

– James Joyce

Poetry