Sourced from an ineffable place,
poetry helps embodied souls
keep pace
with the dearly departed.
An effing displacement of use,
though,
are verse made for dollars, not sense;
sold short are the faint-hearted.
Dave Read
Poems
Order should be imposed on my poems, but isn't likely to be until I turn to carpentry, or painting, to carry me through the day. The display here is latest first.