Friday, April 2, 2010

What hunger does poetry satisfy?

Hunger is always personal.

Which words feed hunger?


What food, poetic?

1 comment:

  1. Not empty, not that

    Algorithms tell a kind of truth
    spatial contraptions bound by law
    dinghy of another time
    bumpering ahead of itself

    all's the twisted backroad's province
    dusty little basket of biscuits
    she's baked up for the walk
    a road to the sea, signposts unattended

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