Tuesday, September 14, 2010

How does editing mature a poem?

The poet is smitten with its newborn. Love lies down with perspective. Time, patience, and trial/error required to appreciate the developing work.



How frequently does the mature palette return to toasted cheese sandwich w/tomato? Peanut butter w/jam always fresh/immediate, never usurped by the baroque.

1 comment:

  1. Silk Knows the Future

    archangel of my enterprise
    sneakers for the zoo

    benched by exterior latex

    you cannot go there
    without your pencil

    at noon the blasts of warning
    and a big block

    party for a kid who has no bike

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