Fair Is Foul In Heat…’
Fair is foul in heat. Bone is sweet in meat. Mirth abandons dread. Cruel is kind in bed. Loss is gain to heirs. Love is proof to stares. Lame is whole in mind. Near is far, behind. Fear deserts the bold. Keys are locks when old. Kill is cure to pride. Mock is death to side. A fist is just a hand— Depending where you stand.
Mandalay, Mustique March 10, 2006
Poem Published in the following books: Island of Dreams