Friday, July 29, 2011

Sandwich. How is a poem like a sandwich?

Handcrafted. Personal. Somewhat organic. Decidedly, open-faced.


About the tangible sandwich: always (well, almost always) something green and nothing borrowed.
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  1. sgang123July 31, 2011 at 11:22 AM

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    I want that tent that that that he marches in
    I want that last crust of bread
    that vicious taste of the streets
    that ink left over from the etching
    & that pail she gave me for blueberries

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