Friday, January 22, 2010

Poetry Slam Friday

(one of my personal favourites...)

467

We do not play on Graves—
Because there isn't Room—
Besides—it isn't even—it slants
And People come—

And put a Flower on it—
And hang their faces so—
We're fearing that their Hearts will drop—
And crush our pretty play—

And so we move as far
As Enemies—away—
Just looking round to see how far
It is—Occasionally—

5 comments:

Lewd Bob said...

Gee you love her. Why don't you marry her?

Perseus said...

Cos she's a virgin.

Lewd Bob said...

And what's the down side?

squib said...

superb

come.to.mumma said...

Nice one Pers.

Speaking of poetry, did anyone else see that the mystery bloke who used to mark Poe's birthday at his grave every year didn't turn up this year?

http://www.boingboing.net/2010/01/20/poes-mysterious-stra.html (don't know how to do link thingies, sorry)