Chapel Hill, NC
Oh, that I could blaspheme the mighty
In your presence, that it would make you feel better;
I’d stand on this mountaintop and
With bent brow curse the weather,
Forgetting that my life swayed as a tether
In the wind.
I would that I could buy time in a suitcase,
And bring it with me when I come to see you,
I’d give it in (earnest) verisimilitude,
And you might would come true,
And lie down with me
For an eternity.
That I could one morning find your hair
In my drain, it’d be my gain
And I wouldn’t clean the &*^%@#$ sink,
As its uncleanliness made me think
Please do not think me insane,
And if you do, if you decide to be vain and a prude,
Think of me as an insane man who sat down
And wrote this poem for you.
copyright Apr. 2000 by DEM
[This message has been edited by Elliott (edited 04-12-2000).]