Thursday, September 22, 2016


You have arrived at the seat of questions.  Is a chair ever singular?  When you abstract a chair, where do you arrive?  How odd,  to abstract the chair, the initial image multiplies.  Well, now we know a chair is never singular.  Is the same true of a knife?  A poem?

1 comment:

  1. Interim

    great and embracing subterfuge when you put it that way
    dumbfounded drill bits and a porcupine soup fast car track bramble

    ignominious finding on the front porch
    a saber left by cousin finicky old sort framing my latest escapade

    too odd dicey broads duking it out
    I'd rather have a lemonade on my lap

    pancake syrup too
    your turn now