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POEM: a poem for loud lovers


a poem for loud lovers

I don’t have a real bed
(& my inflatable bed died)
but there’s carpet on the floor
and half the fun
is scaring the neighbors
or making them giggle
as they look toward the ceiling

in fact, if we’re particularly good
we might convince them
to turn off the TV
make the downstairs
as loud as the upstairs
which, to my way of thinking
is nothing less than a public service

27 December 2013
State College

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Image by ee cummings

Published in My poems Poem-A-Day 2013 Poetry


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