Wednesday, June 02, 2010

NEW! Poem by William Pettit

William Pettit

The Opposite of a Dog

The scars of boredom
On this constant heap

Add some white wisdom to her suffrage
If turned around and sent aloft
From dug cube under marked stone to omnipotence
As the white roses on that soil bloom and pass

She stays with me and my songs
What a godly companion
What a furry beating