New Love

A kiss meant nothing when you kissed me,
Now it means but all,
Since my dearest, my sequined love
Did fall

Beguiled in the winds of ruby whims.
Your kiss was nascent,
Hers the very touch
Of butter bar rubbed on cherry flush.

She is no more. You are what is left,
When a late frost reclaims
A cherry blossom. The theft
Lets my heart to ripple by the threshed
Bud in the pond below.

I lay my lips upon your lips
In a broken bungalow,
And out the window scorns eclipse
Of sun by vaguest snow.

Will I love you like I loved her once?
New love, I do not know

How Now?

First a man,
Then a writer,
A poet, a singer,
A heart exciter.

Upon completing
This procession
(it may be eternal)
I hope to learn
A valid lesson.

Where do I stand
At the end of the day?
(though the day has no end)
In a forest
The sidewalk is leagues away.

The gaze is ahead,
Not up nor down,
For the future will be,
The past once was,
But the present's now.

That is how,
The here and now.

In Response to a Benign Petition

(I don't need you
Adn my time is ym money,
Refrain from stupidity
In the presence of my fecundity.
This is my business, my town,
And damned if you or anyone
Is gonig to bring me down.
Phft!)

I answered your questions in a previous e-mail.

-WigHead