Friday, October 29, 2010

Do poems scare?

In many ways. The obvious, Halloween. Ghoulish tales & masks. And words in and of themselves like raccoon and durian.

Sometimes what’s left out is terrifying.

About food, black & orange cupcakes don’t have an ounce of the lyric. Scare me. Always have.

1 comment:

  1. crime scene, from

    peephole to which
    string has been attached


    contrapuntal awareness


    coordinates of sugar


    subatomic blast


    rusty oar casing