He was the bullman earlierm <br />King of the dish, my lucky animal. <br />Breathing was easy in his airy holding. <br />The sun sat in his armpit. <br />Nothing went moldy. The little invisibles <br />Waited on him hand and foot. <br />The blue sisters sent me to another school. <br />Monkey lived under the dunce cap. <br />He kept blowing me kisses. <br />I hardly knew him. <br /> <br />He won't be got rid of: <br />Memblepaws, teary and sorry, <br />Fido Littlesoul, the bowel's unfamiliar. <br />A dustbin's enough for him. <br />The dark's his bone. <br />Call him any name, he'll come to it. <br /> <br />Mud-sump, happy sty face. <br />I've married a cupboard of rubbish. <br />I bed in a fish puddle. <br />Down here the sky is always falling. <br />Hogwallow's at the window. <br />The star bugs won't save me this mouth. <br />I housekeep in Time's gut-end <br />Among emmets and mollusks, <br />Duchess of Nothing, <br />Hairtusk's bride.<br /><br />Sylvia Plath<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-beast-73/
