I have nothing. No dream châteaux with Ferraris parked in front. No chauffeur driven May Bach, an office on wheels with a bar. Neither do I dress to work in a ten thousand dollar Armani suit, though I wish I could, looking like the men who model them in fashion magazines, clean shaven, their features square.

All I have is a shirt.

I am not the owner of a fat Swiss bank account from which to buy you as a treat a diamond studded brooch. Neither am I the lucky winner of a lottery, with women that I am yet to meet writing me for marriage. I am just me with nothing to purchase your attention but an open hand.

All I have is a shirt.

(Excerpted from "Without a Name" a collection of poems by Val .K., coming soon.)

Val .K. is a poet, and a nature lover. A collection of his poems "Without a Name" will soon be published by AuthorHouse, U.S.A. For personal contact, send mails to: leviathandepthsreturns@yahoo.com