Thursday, 16 August 2012

An office poet

"expression is the need of my soul
i was once a vers libre bard
but i died and my soul went into the body of a cockroach
it has given me a new outlook upon life
i see things from the underside now

...night after night I have written poetry for you
on your typewriter

...and i will write you a series of poems showing how things look
to a cockroach

...don't you ever eat any sandwiches in your office
i haven't had a crumb of bread for i don't know how long
or a piece of ham or anything but apple parings
and paste leave a piece of paper in your machine
every night you can call me archy"

Archy & Mehitabel   Don Marquis

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