Friday, 2 December 2011

The Shitting Poet

I am a poet
And You are too

And you are a weaver
Of words and arms and legs
Even if all you've woven are the laces in your shoe

And the mountain you climbed to your bathroom loo
Was not in vain

For now you are the writer of songs
The rain drums
At the window
You hum

Never was there music so true
And that is why

I am a poet
And You are too.