FORBIDDEN POETRY 24/09/07

THERE IS A POETRY THAT NO MAN OR WOMAN CAN SEE.
IT DERIDES YOU AND ME.
IT FLIES BETWEEN TWO HEAVY HEADS,
AND GETS US UP OUT OF OUR BEDS.
AND PLACES OTHERS THERE INSTEAD,
TO CHEW UPON YOUR HOLY BREAD.

SOME WOULD SAY 'T'IS MORNING TIME.
BUT IN MY MIND THE SUN DON'T SHINE.
OTHERS SAY IT'S 'TWEEN THE LINES.
THE PAGE IS WHITE,I THINK YOU'LL FIND.
ONCE I THOUGHT IT SEA ON SHORE,
DAWN OR DUSK,I RODE THAT HORSE.

PEAK OF MOUNTAINS,LIGHT THE LAMP,
SENT ME LETTERS LICKED OF STAMP.
TENT AND POLE INSIDE A CAMP
WHISKERS ON A WANDERING TRAMP.
NONE OF THESE!
DO I TEASE.

ICE CUBES IN THE MIDDLE FREEZE.
NOT A SINGLE WORD DOTH PLEASE,
EXCEPT,WHAT IS ALL THE TALK ABOUT THE ONE,
DO PEOPLE 'DESERT' US ON THE SUN.
A DESERT ISN'T THAT MUCH FUN.
SO SHE WENT FORTH AND MULTIPLIED
AND BROUGHT THE SIGHT BACK TO OUR EYES.