georgie is writing pocket poems

a date and her
is worth years
of gold

woman wizard  we haven't fluted...
thats   my fucking wife,  stupid

be me
thirsting for a whole mango
just half left
crunchy
dies

woman gamer...
   I second that;
she is for me

sin
the
castle
down
books

her sweet true magic
stills the autumn light,
frogs by ferns triumph.
this I believe;
but
is she
girl
or god

be still
for a second
great work
dummy

that damn cat burnt down my home
I curse this friend*
he is death

an imposter among us
vented?
adults rule the meeting
pressure
bodies
too calm,   I think
bearing blame
its finished.

they doubt' d
my pretty willy,
then I stoned them.
the last mistake,  yes
been real quiet
for a while