LETTERS From CAMP Rehoboth |
Poetry |
by Hiram Larew |
SLEEPING ON THE FLOOR Im only going to say this once No more than that again ever- You are one of those rare ones The kind that I want who Doesnt want wanting One of the red rolling over diamonds rare ones One of the dont need a bed rare ones So ribbony smart that youre scared (You should be) With lips like the number nine And a smile thats pure lasso Youre ugly as the steepest hill Cold as whatever twinkles last And hopeless as an upside down heart I wont say it any closer than that Most likely you and the dust Wouldnt want me to either. PALM TREES A good way to really get to know someone Is to ask them to explain something to you Especially something simple The way they get in or out of water is also important It says a lot about them But probably the very best way to understand Someone else Is to invite them somewhere And then listen to what they say Most will be too busy to go along Others will smile because it took you So long to ask A few the ones you should really envy Will want to think about it. -- Hiram Larew |
LETTERS From CAMP Rehoboth, Vol. 9, No. 2, March 12, 1999 |