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Last Login: 17 December 2008 12:23
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Why bother
Why did I bother to write my own poems while I could have copied someone else's?
The jury would not have noted anyhow
Why did I bother to sing solo while I would have been more safe singing in the choir?
But I bother to love you while there are so many other women around.
Gambling
In the casino of love
I gambled and lost all I had
Can I get some more chips?
Love is so addictive
The economics of love
My heart hunts, sings, laughs
I sell metaphors by the pound and time by the bottle
And you get a few for free
In this world of sell and buy
You are my favourite customer
I will show you churches and pubs, beaches and mountains
But put that box away
I never pretended to fit in
She’s not here
(for K., L.)
At the restaurant
I looked for you
And then I knew
No place for empty chairs tonight
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