Negative Capability
My imagination is a monastery and I am its monk.
—Keats
My body is a hobby
and I am its pursuit.
My mouth is a pillow
and I am its drool.
My cock is a cave
and I am its rock.
My mind is a meadow
and I am its dew.
My heart is a snare
and I am its beat.
My tongue is a palette
and I am its brush.
My foot is a fetish
and I am its shoe.
My soul is a theory
and I am its proof.
My breath is a breeze
and I am its blow.
My nose is a sniffer
and I am its glue.
My eye is a flicker
and I am its screen.
My hand is a jack
and I am its load.
My life is a boar
and I am its grunt.
c b snoad
draft 1-15-13
edit 1-19-17
Very nice written poem, enjoyed reading it 🙂
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Thanks! Glad you liked it.
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