The Waterbed does New York
When I asked you to write a story
about your afternoon, I meant something
that had actually happened to you.
There is a mighty gap
between creativity and lying.
Waterbeds can not call your bluff,
and can not dislike persimmons.
. . .
about your afternoon, I meant something
that had actually happened to you.
There is a mighty gap
between creativity and lying.
Waterbeds can not call your bluff,
and can not dislike persimmons.
. . .
I mean there is personification
and then there is personification.
. . .
and then there is personification.
. . .
And a waterbed’s eyes can most definitely not
‘narrow as though in a Western showdown’!
Do you understand me?!
‘narrow as though in a Western showdown’!
Do you understand me?!
Yes, Miss.
Personification and personification.
That much is clear.
Certainly.
Personification and personification.
That much is clear.
Certainly.
She doesn’t have to sleep with the damn thing, does she.