Billy TK
October 1993
His response an inky serenade
of his honest contemplation.
words soft and gentle breathe
his candid meditation.
manner a likeness born
in profound deliberation.
frame betrays uncommon form
to poetic communication.
Billy TK
November 1993
My enthralled youth
spread
like peanut-butter,
on white sheets
before you.
My love coarse
asphalt,
forcing memories
of your infertile youth.
I spoke
to a lone seagull
of our love:
it laughed.
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