I ONCE LIVED WITH A POET

march /82 jerusalem

i once lived with a poet
it seems it was true
not so easy to tell
between me and'a you

he sure acted strange
as he wrote in our bed
i took it for granted
something there in his head
 
just what he was doing
you could never be sure
could be listening to god
or the neighbours next door
 
i once lived with a poet
it seems it was true
he said that he wrote things
for me and for you