Sunday, October 03, 2004
pussycats lick her toes
She has cleopatra's nose
dancing in her low slung jeans
smiling for all the world to see
waiting for someone to read her poems.
She revels in the coffee-shop
writing code in her spiral slung note-book
smiling at the quips therein contained
waiting for someone to bring her coffee.
She glows walking in the sunshine
swinging arms contained by old denim
smiling at an old woman who's crossing too
waiting for everyone to slow down.
At home where noone may describe her
she drops her denims in her woven clothes hamper
smiling in the bath that surrounds her
waiting for pussycats to lick her toes.
dancing in her low slung jeans
smiling for all the world to see
waiting for someone to read her poems.
She revels in the coffee-shop
writing code in her spiral slung note-book
smiling at the quips therein contained
waiting for someone to bring her coffee.
She glows walking in the sunshine
swinging arms contained by old denim
smiling at an old woman who's crossing too
waiting for everyone to slow down.
At home where noone may describe her
she drops her denims in her woven clothes hamper
smiling in the bath that surrounds her
waiting for pussycats to lick her toes.
