Syndicated youth,
Now sad this day.
Friend from paper,
From fantasy and play.
This hour is troubled,
(Said to be your last).
Then try...one more time--
Before it's past.

You say you'd like some words from me,
A phrase to lift you up.
Catchy, steamy, sensuous...
Something other than "Wassup?"

I'd type to you if you were here
Love-making words divined

I like things little
And you do, too.
A kitty's ear--
A snowflake near--
A whisper, "How do you do?"

I like things quiet
And you do, too.
Dawn's new light,
A star-filled night,

In way of beast and wager seen,
Promised futile, pocketed clean,
A contest shorn of winner due,
Trampled hearts on tides adieu.

Smitten 'gainst ye enemies sworn,

Beyond the pale of cloudless sky,
Evil streaked,
There was no why.
Twisted, tangled terror born,
Reckoned by demented scorn
Of Freedom's Promise
--Wrenching darkness on Tuesday's morn.