Tuesday, March 9, 2010

Conversation with a Statue

Lo,
Last May,
In   twilight,
Walking along
On the boulevard,
Stood a spooky statue.
He
Brooded.
And he stared
Piercing and cold
Hatred of mankind.
"Wrong side of the bed, eh?"
"No,"
He said.
"I'm plain bored.
You would be too,
Bored to tears that is,
If  you  were  a  statue."

4 comments:

Lucy Paz said...

i like your odd sense of seeing things written in a sort-of-poetic way. I'm becoming a fan!

W.B. Picklesworth said...

Thanks Lucy!

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Wizard said...

I like your poet,you just like a Philosopher and poet