Changeling

Changeling

Diamonds in a pile of sh-t

Glitter in the night.

Diamonds! The precious few

Poems I got right.

Has my gift evaporated,

Talent gone away?

When I was in love with Keats

I could have been Millay.

 

Crowds

Too many people are making me crazy,

Though all of them are nice.

Several of them came by,

And two or three came twice.

67 and I still

Am bogus in a crowd.

Thank you god for insanity,

And all I am allowed.

 

Jacqui & Mary

Hounded and stalked by a vixen.

I could not stay aloof.

So I told my deep confusion

To a salivating wolf.

 

Relaxing

I was crazy in Denny's tonight -

Too much, to fast, too soon.

I'm still crazy at home in bed.

I cannot see the moon.

The methods in the songs of Millay

Follow to the end.

Mine are quilts of patches.

What do they portend?

But still I think they're pretty,

Each surprising riff.

I wish that I were diving

Into the ocean from a cliff.

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