Then if my friendships break and bend,
There’s little need to cry
The while I know that every foe
Is faithful till I die.
From “The Leal.”
Then if my friendships break and bend,
There’s little need to cry
The while I know that every foe
Is faithful till I die.
From “The Leal.”
The pretty stuff you’re made of
Will crack and crease and dry.
The thing you are afraid of
Will look from every eye.
From “Braggart.”
Inertia creeps…
There is no mercy in the shifting year,
No beauty wraps me tenderly about.
I turn to little words – so you, my dear,
Can spell them out.
Ah, Dorothy, she was so brilliant. When I was a teenager, sometimes I pretended that my middle name was after her instead of my horrible grandmother. Sigh.
From “Little Words.”
Why is it no one ever sent me yet
One perfect limousine, do you suppose?
Ah no, it’s always just my luck to get
One perfect rose.
From “One Perfect Rose.”
Three be the things I shall never attain:
Envy, content, and sufficient champagne.
From “Inventory” in Enough Rope.
This usually runs through my head when I’m drinking.