Here is one of my poems.

Conversations

Brusque greeting.
I drink my tea.
Silence holds me;
Above your raging sea.

Aspersions crawling;
A black hole in my mind.
Am I any different;
To hold you,
In my surreptitious bind.

Your immutable routine;
Fills me too full.
Graciousness lack,
Your sinecure conversation;
Forces my mind to travel back.

Who was humility?
Call it back.
Tell me where she hid


Tearing down the connoisseur,
As I drink my tea;
And bid thee to resume,
Incontrovertible, one-sided, conversation;
In Bloom.

There sits your cup.
Why not join me,
Have some.
We're becoming cold.
Colder to the touch.