Sunday, April 05, 2015

Light Verse

Yes, it is dark, he said. At night

This often happens. In the day
I have observed you get more light.

He moved to touch his red toupee,
And I surmised he might prefer
Less light upon his pumice fur.

The night, he said, is caused by black,
The day by white. When there is blue,
It indicates a spiritual lack.
Of green I can say nothing true.

He cleared his throat. He leaned to me:
In summer I prefer iced tea.

His eyes were clear. His soul was fried.
Each hand embraced the other wrist.
When I was young, I often lied.
I found it helped me to get kissed.

Once I was young. And he was right.
I often found it dark at night.

No comments: