Silly Simon
Silly Simon loves me
So I adjust
As he claims his feline place
Across my outstretched typing arms
Such an inconvenience to him
That I must continuously write
Of my thoughts and impressions
In the night
When he prefers to sleep
Coiled in these arms he feels
Are his
© 2006 suezqt7
dormanted commented on Silly Simon
06-19-2009
Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.
Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.
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| Intangible Responses | 0 | 06/19/2009 |
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