Thursday, July 12, 2007

I dreamt you died

and they laid your death out,
elaborate as a table,

then watched, horrified,
as I ate and ate.

Forgive me.

I did not think
I would have such appetite,

that I would prove so hungry
for the thought of you.


Anonymous said...

That was beautiful..every single line!


rs said...

i have an appetite for more of such poems

Anonymous said...

Thanks - I know that was not meant to be uplifting exactly but it resonated so perfectly that it provided a moment of bliss knowing someone out there knew exactly how I felt !!!

The ramblings of a shoe fiend said...


Anonymous said...


Anonymous said...

get a publisher already. somebody, make it happen.

Anu said...


Falstaff said...

v.: Thanks

rs: "Give me access of it that the appetite may sicken and so die?"

anon: Who says it wasn't meant to be uplifting?

shoefiend: Thanks

sunbeamz: Thanks

anon2: amen

anu: yes, well.

Tabula Rasa said...

the cook, the thief, his wife, and her lover.