Wednesday, April 9, 2014

Sprocket

Where is the sprocket in a poem and what is being moved forward?  Letters as teeth.  Every poem is tastable.  

Of course, garlic is the sprocket that moves taste forward.

There you have it -- poetry, garlic, and sprocket.  Who knew?
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  1. Susan E. GangelApril 10, 2014 at 9:59 AM

    & in the country air a certain lazy horizon
    where people walk through
    all the poems I've ever written

    the sound of the water on rocks before bedtime

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