Jake's Flea Market

no an old man’s cold love
written to warm the furrow of a fertile maid

it always fails

it’s undesired

instead   let me write
what ophelia read from hamlet’s letter   write
	doubt that the stars are fires
	doubt that the sun moves
	doubt the truth   claiming liars
	but never doubt that i love 

young hamlet had a talent to speak rhymes

i am aged
too cold to write a younger man’s heat