FRANCIS HINSELY

Do you remember
Francis Hinsely,
The painted pink whore?
The Loved One which I adored?
The one who loved his country,
But, did not abode.
Are you feeling the same?
Feeling alone and safe?
Your imaginary place,
Your dreams realer than reality.
Your aspirations unnatainable,
Your "Goodbye" admirable.

WELCOME

My palette
Arched high
Ridged and hard
Wet and Ripply
Absorbs smell
And tang
Welcomes
Your words
Welcomes
Your buds
Frangrance
And spells