POETRY of the awkward poets society

Brisk kiss or bubkiss,

For my pooptiful wife,

needling her in a haystack,

the day sacrifices its light in the noontide

heart hardened into solid Love

simple words of complexity

after the fact of opinion

thats never righted more than has a right to.

Goodbyes are never glad handed

as the putz pulls on his handshake

for power, not turn taking

like decent, not fraught

Old sage.