Saturday, December 11, 2010

Do you peel your poems before eating?

Do you peel a Fuyu persimmon while reading your poem?

Skin. Flesh. Paired and paring.
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  1. sgang123December 11, 2010 at 1:38 PM

    winch type thing

    in the bareboned

    yard there with a stick

    somehow preening obelisk

    had it out for me

    answering no frigate's

    yawning posture

    would have been

    enough

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