You Are What You EatBitter are the leaves you eatSoul is ravished indiscreetBut nevertheless your habitsKeep
Sparrow"A bird 'without God' does not fly away, much less the soul of a man.'' ~ Jewish saying.Sparrow in the windCome insideTill you're warm againI see you caring forYour chicksThose bits of fuzzIn a circle of twigsOh sparrowHow I often cryTo think one dayYou tooShall dieGod painted your wingsIn calming tonesYour downy breastSofter than a roseOh sparrowChirping in your treeIs there so farBetwixt you and me?I have a dearthOf companySo friendPlease stayWith me abideIf you're coldThen come insideWhere its warm
Sweet Cream and AcetyleneYou were two parts of the same thingOne part sweet creamAnd one half liquid acetyleneYou nervously strode upon the deckOf a whitewashed shipIn London NeckI asked you to sit, be quiet, or knitYou flamed and retortedI should have accordedYou the pleasure of having a fitYour drama is archaicYou exhume prosaicDalliance and effusionIn beauteous confusionO save me! you criedAs wine stained your dressYou gnashed and worriedTill your tresses were meshedBack in the cabinYou said you were satedAfter nine shots of absintheAnd three pints of raicilla*You don't know the differenceBetween courtesy and collusionYour prim-rose Descartes*Is merely an illusionSuffice it to sayYour presence screams disarrayIf ever I could, then leave you I wouldYour taillights brighten my day.