Tuesday, January 10, 2006

a question on men

Yesterday, a woman
asked me a question
on men.
When that porcelain voice
seeped into me,
I became a prisoner.

Yes, I said.
What? she asked.
No.
Are you listening to me?

I love you, I said
as she walked away.

Yesterday, a woman
asked me a question
on men.
I think I answered
correctly.

4 comments:

blacksou| said...

i love your poems here.
been reading em and it reminds me of something i was before.

will be back ..
smiles..

Sue hardy-Dawson said...

The answer to men now that would be a good question

Anonymous said...

I love this poem. It made me smile immediately...I didn't even have to think about it.

Arson H. Waterwood said...

Very nice.