This is the first time I've eaten Hawaiian pizza. Yes, really, and I make home-made flatbread pizza regularly. Back to pineapple & bacon; seems an unlikely combination. But it works. It's accessible -- which introduces the topic of poetry.
Some poems need to be accessible. Others by their nature, clothed in fog and yet centered in themselves. Perhaps, these more accessible by ear or mouth than mind.
"In liquid at four plus tomorrowland
ReplyDelete= zigwig 68 degrees south of the mark.
Jon's coming to visit, stacking firewood
on the porch. Why can't he be a truck ride away?"