Saturday, January 29, 2011

Pigeon. Like pigeons are poems inbred?

If so, in a poem are the results as fluid and beguiling -- colorful and unexpected? In poetry, are we speaking of schools? Not flocks? (Actually, a kit or a loft).

Inbred food? How much of what we eat is family-influenced/dictated? As eaters/as cooks(perhaps as poets), what do we reassemble? To beguile. To make colorful.

1 comment:

  1. spaghetti

    on the range of what
    could be untwisted
    and explained as comfort
    did we assemble on wednesdays
    the crew from each safe corner
    tried and tried to keep the plates
    hot
    do not wander down the hallway
    where the jars are kept
    sightings of a crazy nature
    bound to jump on out

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