Thursday, February 24, 2011

Cryogenic. How does a poem behave at very low temperatures?

Recognizable as poetry? Sluggish? Frozen? Pristine?

And if the audience is cryogenic?

Now imagine a week without frozen food. Today defrost chicken soup for lunch. Serve with fresh-cooked jasmine rice. Place rice in a round white soup bowl with rim, add a layer of field greens and pour the steaming soup over. Over the top in taste. Fresh ground pepper, of course.

1 comment:

  1. frozen

    doesn't scare me

    thawing doesn't do it


    put me in the walk-in

    and leave me there for years

    I may just defrost as grinning

    just thinking of that time

    when, well you know what I'm saying,

    when all the fires are in the fieldstone

    and the fence is way out of harm