For Christine

If you hadn’t

Come by

I might have died

In that age

Of near insanity,

When moths

Were eaten by doves

And once truth

Even cried,

When lines

Were stuck in bottles

And rhyme

Bogged down in mud,

To this place

Where oceans kiss

The beaches

In an ancient pristine way,

All I know Christine

I love you,

As I’ve done forever

And some days.

Stephen Nesbitt ©

From “This, That And Other Things”

8:00 AM October 7, 2016



There comes a time

When you realize

That you are guilty

Of giving people more

Credit for intelligence, common

Sense and general ethics

Than they deserve,

You’ll recognize

The time

As you listen to

Hollow apologies

And smell the bullshit theory

Of do whatever and ask for forgiveness


Stephen Nesbitt ©

From “This, That And Other Things”

6:29 PM September 11, 2016