Missing you Jack I am in the Mood for Love It is now three hours Into the New Day I cannot sleep reading On the Road I am stuck In a sick room And have lost the key Are you In the Mood for Love pavement poetry

You left me yesterday Ackerman I am beginning to miss you Will you be on the platform When I return Paris 73

Loosen your jeans Sarah K I have plans To explore your universe Anias A pavement poetry

Books dating back hundreds of years Porcelain dolls quiet and serene Toys of Happiness Add to the atmosphere Of my private space Which I share with those Who pass my door pavement poetry

I have taken many photographs Of you Kodak Girl They sell very well And can often be found In the homes of the wealthy pavement poetry

I found you swimming In the motel pool The day was white hot Nothing moved The desert shimmered In the heat of the afternoon You watched me as I worked My name is Larry And I maintain swimming pools

Blue Haze Fringed White Warm Sun Winter Landscape Softening Slowly

Although I am now an unsuccessful poet A few years ago I found myself on the streets It was not a pleasant experience As although many kind people Gave me small amounts of money I was never gifted Carrot Cake pavement poetry

Summer is some weeks away But I have just worked out That the sun will not set Before seven thirty Until October What a subtle gift this is

As I watched you undress Maggie May I found a small coin in the shallows It was then that I realised That you had travelled to Croatia With your husband And I had been nothing more Than another of your bankrupt lovers