What is love ? #2  

About the Poet 

Nuts

Crazy as a cashew. Unbelievably lucky,

I keep my job, live alone, lead a lucky life.

Always the same old job, 17 years of it.

Go nowhere. Be nobody. Do nothing.

Sheer luxury. 

Shame

They got to me.

They drove me off the deep end.

But I’m lucky with my label, and my safe job.

Shame I’m nuts. Blissful, lucky, shame.

Mind Stew

Boil, boil, and on it stews, the broth that cooks, on the stove that is my mind.

Ideas bob up, then quickly go. But some will stay and add to the flavour that is my twisted mind.

Dreaming of dreaming with my cat.

(Dedicated to Go the cat)

Early this morning in bed, I had a very pleasant dream.

I dreamt that I was asleep on the sofa with my cat   (that I don’t have anymore)   curled up on my back, and we were both warm and happy.

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