on the lost art of letter writing
25.6.05
if I thought a thought of you
there would be gold and shades of blue
and all the angels of Hades too
would play about the scene with you
somethings are best left unsaid
like the utterances spinning in your head
causing others the sheerest dread
and making still others wish you were dead
in a painted portrait
there lies a secret
there lies a sin and a discontent
once upon a limited
in any connection there is a pause
before words can wield a because
and if in ink there is a clause
let it not post your flaws
