Sunday, August 29, 2010

yawning at the sun

my cat is sprawled

across the carpet

all afternoon

a fuzzy bum

in the slanting rays

yawning at the sun

my miniature god

why is the human form

mimicking an existence

such as this

looked down upon

isn't bumhood

all the same

across the board

wait, don't answer
This blog is updated irregularly and has nothing to do with the poet's output. The poet is actually disturbingly prolific. He writes about 5 poems per day. The pages are everywhere, even stacked in the bathtub.