Sunday, November 14, 2010

WILD WOMAN

"I found a wild woman and took her as my wife.
She'd been living in the woods, a wild sort of life.
She was straight and brown just like the pines-
Her hair a wild tangle of vines.
I bought my wild wife a bed,
But she preferred the ground instead,
And the clothes I bought her at the store-
She threw about and never wore.
She walked the streets like a hunted thing,
Or maybe she was a-hunting-
With girls like her it's hard to say
If they are predator or prey,
But to be safe I thought it wise
To tell the guys, "Avert your eyes."

3 comments:

sarah said...

This is not about me. I hate sleeping on the floor.

Beth said...

This may be my favorite poem you've posted on here since I started following your blog...

sarah said...

love the header! miss you!