Wednesday, October 16, 2019

When pens become triangles

what is being measured?  Do nouns and verbs understand equidistant in a poem?  How would a wooden spoon related to these conditions?  The air is shifting; time, falling.  Pens might just be the corral to hold us together.

1 comment:

  1. sit here beside me and spin round the Madagascar--
    let's try to answer: When did the serpentine woman stop looking for her watch?