Man of Action (1987)

The poetry I often write in praise of you
Is only words: to show my love, I'd rather do.

Smokers

Smokers like to see the world

Through eyes bloodshot and gummy. 

Smokers like to feel the burning

That invades the tummy.

Litost by a different name

Governs the smoker's habit.

If a smoker sees a hot brand

He's liable to grab it.

Suicide Note (1987)

Romance gives me pain, I think I'll never love again.
My heart is a prisoner to fate;
The girl I love refuses to acknowledge how I feel,
And I find it too painful to relate.

Once upon a time, my head was light, my footsteps sure,
And every fateful bystander my friend.
Now I find it hard to walk upright, and what is more,
Her ignorance contributes to my end.

Ah! bitter are the dregs of life, the better not to drink,
To drown myself in pity still the best.
So I say goodbye to she who might have been my wife, I think,
And rush myself to my eternal rest.

Response.
You say you love, and yet you hide
When difficulty rears its ugly head;
What would have happened had she learned
And spurned your adolescent need instead?