Ode to Susie

Go in peace, Mom.

Ode to Susie.

There is a comet in the Western Sky;
you can see it as it flies by.
During this time of bread unleavened,
Susie wings her way to heaven.

Written by Ray Kinserlow
Posted on 03-10-13

Virgin, I am not

Virgin, I am not

I am certainly no virgin,
have several times been merging,
Though I am not particularly glad,
I have never ever been a dad,
even though I keep on surging.

Written by Ray Kinserlow
Posted on 12-27-12

Ode to Judy

Old girlfriends, bookends....

Ode to Judy 

I thought it had been the manner I had done
During night before at the dawning of the sun,
As she cried softly rocking on the edge of the bed.
As an old man, I know now she knew she with child instead.

Written by Ray Kinserlow
Posted on 12-02-12