I ask myself

I find I just can’t get to the bottom of you however hard I try.

Did I get  my message?

Let me ask myself.
Oh.apparently I’m not in right now.

Telephones, don’t you just  hate them especially the ones where they can see you?
I won’t call you Back or Front

.I can’t see you.

Don’t cry for me,I’m guaranteed to last for ages,

I tell you.
It’s conceptual poetry.

Free at the point of a knife….

the best is good enough for you… so keep looking.
And you will find her  everywhere or anywhere.

Women,don’t you just love them?
So sweet,so kind, so  nearly human.

Not tough enough for some
But God knows her mysterious ways.
Her wonders cause reform.