Poly

Have you racked up time That dimension that keeps running away from you And you’re wondering what you can be realistically.  Am I a Poly Math I wonder? Yet I cannot paint the Last Supper, Still I look at the number of things I do, I get to be poly-something I say to myself. Perhaps…

Meat Lover

In that absence of introspection At the merciless canines, I stand, no predator in solemnity  Just another soul, that looks at The buffer crashing into a chicken, darting across The street, and smiles nonchalantly. And in that voracious appetite To the white and the red, which just like The wines, makes you inebriated When you…