My current trend in writing is to treat it like bits of code. Debugging as time goes on (fixing spelling/grammarish issues).

Most of these poems will rest the way they are written, but given time and interest many will see a patches or 2 before it is over.


of caro

he in that morning,
the fence creaked ajar
slipped just past the crack
his hair slightly waving
teeth to match the inside
no metaphor comes close
to the burning up of spoons
filled with
  prescription hope
  tire treed shavings
  battery acid bath
  coughed up medicine

i asked him if he knew
what caro meant
in any tongue under the sun
it is spoken with a crisp lisp
not unlike
  mono unsaturated sunshine
  high oleic earth
  trans fat bank accounts

if you have
  a pedal for each foot
  a pair of wheels
  one monkey bar bent
then gallop over the
fog clouding up the road way
mystic the machine
pumps away
from our backdoor
never to be syndicated


Blogger D-Moll said...

nice work.

2:06 PM  

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