Want my bed

in cagelike beds, in my white cage

smoky as if it isn’t there
blood rushes from head roses
a heavy smell, heavy breathing
a smell you’d want again
would’ve thought roses

figures floating friendly trying
don’t want them, not highly

in my cage, in cagelike beds

high pale blue walls
some glass affair
inspired torture racks
see it different ways but
the same figures going round
waiting for it to crash.


Maude Counter and Muriel Hardman
2007



photo/poem 'Half Asleep' Allen Whittaker 2007 for more photo poems, please visit our portfolio site: http://www.flickr.com/photos/arthur-and-martha/sets/72157607699825490/