Those are pretty darn good. He's a master at setting a mood and setting a scene. The gym poem is very witty yet the awkwardness he describes, and that furtive peeking, point to the eternal fascination we have for bodies, ours and other people's. (I've taken up this subject too, many times.) There's a certain sadness in the artichoke poem for the couple is so mismatched; you get the feeling they will disappoint each other eternally. He's the poet mind, she's the pragmatic mind; the gap between them is unbridgeable.
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