the bed has cast its eyes on me
it has millions of eyes
there are yellow and greencast
and the britches, of course
the little puffy automatic eyes
that bristle when kicked
I found you crumpled
at the bottom at the foot
someone’d kicked you
pity and you were bruising
pretty but the only ones watching us
were set for sleep and sex
cast me out and see
what you catch
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
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