Aswim being the case in point. Perhaps, double-talk is two reading the same poem at the same time. Language, after all, is the speech of tongues.
There was a time when you thought a thistle, barbaric. How you gravitate toward artichokes. Steamed and sometimes chilled. Always pulled through teeth. Spring is aswimming in green.
Brazen 10
ReplyDeletesun-blanched almonds
fuming along the opera buff's hat
and squares not the same as circles
especially in the ditch
memory recoils when recorded
someone's cadence
ballooning in the pool
what matters to the psyche
just a nutmeat salesman's dream