Selected Poems
Love Riots
Remember the time of those Valentine's Day riots.
When a perfume of peace filled an after-dinner air
and all our gutters ran wild red with explosive love.
Gangs of masked people gathered, dressed all in black
faced off in the tightest of streets, hid in step up doorways.
Aroused and bemused, they ambushed each other by
hurling cellophaned bouquets of colored flowers, gently.
Some slid landmine sized boxes of candy, along smooth pavement.
Others lit fuses of scented candles, to be left as a warming there
at the foot of lampposts, in the cupid filled heart shaped square.
Few even left love poems pasted on just wandered passed walls.
Within hours it was over, but everyone remembers.
Some still bear happy proof, pushed about town
In rumble down strollers. Just wait until next year.
