Sunday, November 8, 2009

When thinking was fun without drinking

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I knew the arc of the back of the cat.

Tonight I know nothing of that.

3 comments:

Akeith Walters said...

What an interesting, original poem. Nice.

Mule said...

Swell!

Afraid I’m nothing but a square. But I still enjoy the work of interesting minds.

Andy Coffey said...

I think you know something about that bridge you call its back.
Tonight, that something is more beautiful in your sharing, than your own introspection apparently sometimes serves.

Bottoms Up.