In Central Park, Burns
sits on a tree stump,
poems round his ankles, like pants,
gazing blissfully up
"Might be opium-daze,
they used to write verse after,"
never want to be made a statue
especially not one that looks
like i just took a crap,
that is too close a metaphor.
Tell a story in 55 words. Give it a try or just read more, go tell g-man...at 8 pm EST today.
Still have NYC on the brain. The Shelley's Ghost exhibit at the NY public library was a bit disappointing. More the historical aspect of Percy Bysshe Shelley. We did get free calling cards with snippets of his verse on them, which are kinda cool.
I found the Robert Burns statue to be rather funny on Literary Way...it was the look on his face. According to the sculptor, he was pondering his love Mary. I guess if he says so. Smiles.