Tuesday, 30 June 2009

not.

Sometimes words are not enough
Love is not enough
Faith is a gaff
My heart is chaff
Vot a laff.
Indisposition over a subtle miaow. Why did you step aside?
When you mew better and drew better (more than inference)
Was it intemperance? What a wench I was, what a wrench it was.

Do I know what I write? No, dear reader.

NOT.

P.S. Thanks to Auroboros. (Auro boro hosh.)

And then, in her love, I became a cow from a cat.

The mew became moo. And that was that.

4 comments:

AUROBOROS banerjee said...

i knew someone,
whoo'd mew better
and the few better
wouldn't stand for it.

she goes away,
leaving behind dew drops.
and the mew dropped
in an indifferent stupor.

she's been hence for about a year
and a mew's due.
she has taken with her,
the vibrant hues.
leaving for me the moon,
and soon,
a thousand sad mews.

ahona said...

And then, in her love, I became a cow from a cat.

The mew became moo. And that was that.

Baudolino said...

Brilliant.

btw, Auroboros is a genius.

Nimo said...

Yes indeed not a not but a knot.

Nice indeed.