Many Mornings

It’s crazy

How many mornings

I find myself

Thinking about you,

Nothing exotic,

Just that up in

The clouds

Out on the waves

All encompassing


Your kiss lingers,

Like a great espresso

The tingle on my lips,

My tongue never seems

To go away.

Stephen Nesbitt ©

From “Summer Re-Visited”

8:38 AM June 30, 2013

Bananas And Dollars

They said it was


It was written

In the book,

Big business

Raping and pillaging,

Government lackeys

Out of whack,

Wars, wars, wars,

They admitted

It seemed wrong

But they accepted it

Because it was written,

Maybe that’s what

Monkeys are for,

A mirror to show us

How stupid we are,

Both like their crotches


Their egos tricked

And both will do crazy things

For a banana or a dollar.

Stephen Nesbitt ©

From “Summer Re-Visited”

8:33 AM June 29, 2013

Smart Phone

I looked into getting

A smart phone once,

In  Canada with one

Of the highest rates

In the world,

I was pissed to learn

I was forwarded to

A foreign country,

Waiting half an hour

Listening to crappy music

Waiting for my turn,

After hours of stupidity

And silly situations,

I wondered,

If they do this to

Prospective customers,

What do they do to one

With a problem.

Stephen Nesbitt ©

From “Summer Re-Visited”

5:59 PM June 27, 2013

White Skirts And Parasols

Through the misting rain

And gusting winds

White skirts and parasols

Buttoned shoes

Mingle on and around

The wicker chairs

And marble tables,

Is another time,

Another dimension

That close,

Are these the ones

Who have never

Made love,

Locked wishing

And hoping

In an eternal

Afternoon garden


Stephen Nesbitt ©

From “Summer Re-Visited”

6:58 PM June 24, 2013