CAGED DREAM

Last night I dreamed of you.

You wore a thick, cream, Aran sweater - Polo neck.

Your face was fresh, your dark, hair neatly combed backwards

as one recently showered and spruced to greet the world, but

You sat at my side - at a café table.

We spoke (or was it I, alone, who spoke?)

I do believe it was.

I know I was feeling that complete and utter peace I feel

in dreams, where I feel I am loved utterly and completely.

I remember suddenly asking:

"Would it be all right if I kissed you?"

You nodded, I kissed

your warm, moist lips and just at that moment,

ever so fleetingly, I noticed in your eyes

the unease of a man who questioned why

he was in my dream.

A NONSENSE POEM

I am looking for a man

with strong bones.

I am looking for a man

firm like my grandmother's brass four-poster bed.

 I am looking for a man

who may have been dropped on his head, as a boy

and lived to tell the tale, eloquently.

I am looking for a man

who could surf the 'Net'

with an old fishing rod and a jar of wriggling worms as bait.

I am looking for a man

who might accuse Seurat of using little dots

to make a big picture

and 'Fie!' Picasso for lack of perspective.

I am looking for a man

who is not ashamed to carry egg and stilton cheese

sandwiches in his attaché-case

or use his cellular phone as a doorstop

with a call in progress, peak-time.

In short, I am looking for the man

who is looking for me...

For my bones are broad, my frame sturdy

and I am not averse to pungent idiosyncrasies...

Should he love me.

LOVERLESS HAIKU

Home, wearied by work.

Cannot entertain a thought

let alone a man!

CONFETTI FETTERS

 Just turned thirty; with

 the shame of Eve before God,

 hides unwed finger. 

ACROSTIC

Unconscionably

neutered

development,

excruciatingly

reductio ad absurdum.

-

Unwrought

time,

irrevocably

lost

inspiration.

Squandering

each

day.

Mummified

intellect

negates the

Divine.