poetry is nothing special
Jan. 16th, 2019 11:35 amPoetry is nothing special
if it were, more people would read it
Poetry came to me in a dream
It was wearing an owl costume made of pyjamas
with feathers glued on. Poetry, I said
I know for a fact you have only one pair of pyjamas
and now you've glued feathers all over them.
Only fools ask why, said poetry
It was clearly directed at me
though I hadn't asked anything
Then poetry spread its wings
which had so recently been pyjamas
and coughed mouse bones and mouse fur across the ballroom floor.
if it were, more people would read it
Poetry came to me in a dream
It was wearing an owl costume made of pyjamas
with feathers glued on. Poetry, I said
I know for a fact you have only one pair of pyjamas
and now you've glued feathers all over them.
Only fools ask why, said poetry
It was clearly directed at me
though I hadn't asked anything
Then poetry spread its wings
which had so recently been pyjamas
and coughed mouse bones and mouse fur across the ballroom floor.