Poetry.
Rhythmic fragments and verses.
Dumbbell
This poem asks the muse if she is aware.
My Broom
I'm telling her ex-man is a waste man.
Self Love
No one can love you better than yourself; they can only teach you how.
My Door
She said I make her water, so I wrote this.
It's Nude
Her thoughts show, and she is art, just as I hope to become.
Mordant Levity
This is Poem 1000 in Howard Frith Hilton’s oeuvre.
Feeble Flam
It's how I dine.
Bucking Parlance
If her language changes.
When a Marooner
If being stuck comes with a full-time job.
Top Brass Style
This poem takes me in its embrace.