Murphy Poem by Dean Meredith

MURPHY!
WHERE'S MY BOOK?
YOU KNOW THE ONE
I LENT YOU THAT NIGHT
AFTER THAT DAY
WE MET FOR COFFEE
I WAS HUNG OVER
LIKE A MADMAN
YOU ALL CUTE
WITH YOUR BLOUSE
UNBUTTONED
SHOWING OFF
YOUR LITTLE BROWN BRA
YOU NOTICED ME
LOOKING
SO YOU
BUTTONED UP
I ATE
AND WE TALKED
AND YOU
SURE DID
FILL OUT THOSE JEANS
SO NICELY
AND WE BOTH
FOUND OUT
WE HAVE MUCH
IN COMMON
BOTH CRAZY
AND WRITERS
BOTH TAKEN
BUT OPEN
YOU SMART
AS HELL
I OLD
YOU YOUNG
BOTH WANTING
SOMETHING
AND I STILL WANT
MY FUCKING BOOK!