Advertising : Poet Laureate

If I hold my spectacles
in my right hand, placing
one of its hinged arms
in the right corner of my mouth
like the posing Billy Collins
on the back flap of 
Horoscopes for the Dead
will I too once have been
the Poet Laureate?


B.F.M.

Dove

This dove
sits serene

yet, I know

it too 
will become 
prey.


B.F.M.

Losing My Head Over You v2

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Losing My Head Over You v2
16" x 20"
Digital prints available.

Artist: B.F.M.

Learning Spanish

To choose between 

a land mass called – Spain

or its women,

I choose to linger 

in tender grass 

in the lap of Abella 

outside of Seville

conjugating verbs.


B.F.M.

Labradorish

I was distant,
an unknown black
wandering shaggy
Labradorish hunter
hunting water & rabbit.

You'd need binoculars
to know me, to pet me
from afar.


B.F.M.

Misunderstanding

At the sea’s edge,
your shore, then mine,
delicate ripples
become tsunamis.


B.F.M.