Ink runs from the corners of my mouth.
There is no happiness like mine.
I have been eating poetry.
The librarian does not believe what she sees.
Her eyes are sad
and she walks with her hands in her dress.
The poems are gone.
The light is dim.
The dogs are on the basement stairs and coming up.
Their eyeballs roll,
their blond legs burn like brush.
The poor librarian begins to stamp her feet and weep.
She does not understand.
When I get on my knees and lick her hand,
she screams.
I am a new man,
I snarl at her and bark,
I romp with joy in the bookish dark.
great poem with great images...simply loved the way it begins and ends, making it clear that it is the dog who is eating the poetry book...
Let her come, come to the nearest feelings, let her be a poetry and feel time through time.
the real poet's eater, have fun with this, so much fun that he starts licking and barking just like the dogs, really funny poem 5 Stars full a-TOP
Well conceived and nicely brought forth. A beautiful work of art.....
Why does he turn into a dog after reading poetry. He could have tied it up better. Why a dog
I romp with joy in the bookish dark.....impressive concluding. Beautiful poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
New man always eat drink poems. good. and thanks.I like it. I invite you to read my poems and comment.