Sunday, July 3, 2011

Your Words, My Words


I should remember that
when I twist your words,
they become my words,
and no longer yours.

1 comment:

Dr. Mike said...

Misunderstandings

You tear up
Crying, while I tear
Up the furniture.

I’m a little
Rhorsark, fat
And stout.

You’re a steel
Thimble on
A big thumb.

I want to pinch
The tongue out
Of your mouth

But I love the buzz
It does to
My ears.

[Disposable Poem July 3, 2011]
Dr. Mike