FINE FINE!
The weather sure is fine.
I like fine food and fine wine.
I am so, so very fine.
Fine to the point of snapping
Hairline fine, gossamer fine
Of course I’m in a fine mess
With all the unpaid fines
Fine, fine, FINE!
Yeah, sure, I’m fine
The weather sure is fine.
I like fine food and fine wine.
I am so, so very fine.
Fine to the point of snapping
Hairline fine, gossamer fine
Of course I’m in a fine mess
With all the unpaid fines
Fine, fine, FINE!
Yeah, sure, I’m fine
A sense of rootlessness assails meHere I am, two and a half decades old…and feeling every minute of itLiving charades every dayJuggling roles and discarding masks for newer onesDoing everything right, hoping there’ll be an answer at the end. Running, running, constantly runningTo keep up with this carnival I’m a…
Tattoo your inner demonsall over my bodyLay your glance next to my heartTouch my soul *Read my other Love Poetry. Or listen to it.
It isn’t intimacy unless it feels a little tender.
You are not other people’s expectations.
Will you think again of the stairway after you have passed?
I found my way into healing and love, helped by words and more recently the arclights of the stage.