Tuesday, July 20, 2010

How many ways does a poem not ask a question?

Language is inherently question-making.



As creatures, it is logical to question our next meal. While waiting, we write.

1 comment:

  1. Back in the Barnyard

    Too frayed the briar bush as it rubs
    against her dress
    So there so there so there
    until I thought I'd scream
    been forward-thinking except
    for that one time

    sneaking along a beaten path

    Then he pulls the dress off her
    and shots are heard in the distance
    they both look out but no one's there
    so close to making a scene and yet
    dad's car horn is honking

    and the latest bucket of pulp spills over

    it's not that it didn't matter to both of them
    just it's too early to fight
    so back to the front entrance
    for a look at the new cow
    and she lingers too long
    for him to wait, for him to care

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