O she buzzed in my ear "I love you" and I dug at the tickle with a forefinger with which I @3knew@1 her. At the post office I was given the official FBI Eldridge Cleaver poster - "Guess he ain't around here." The escaping turkey vulture vomits his load of rotten fawn for quick flight. The lesson is obvious & literary. We are not going to rise again. Simple as that. We are not going to rise again. Simple as that. I say it from marrow depth I miss my tomcat gone now from us three months. He was a fellow creature and I loved him. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LOVE SONNETS OF PROTEUS: 60. FAREWELL TO JULIET (9) by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT TO HIS MISTRESS by ABRAHAM COWLEY CHAMPAGNE, 1914-1915 by ALAN SEEGER AUSTERITY OF POETRY by MATTHEW ARNOLD A NEW PILGRIMAGE: 2 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT THE JUNGLE WALLAH by BERTON BRALEY THE STREET OF THE MANY LITTLE LOVERS by MAXWELL STRUTHERS BURT |