Since today's theme seems to be the consideration of crummy things, let me add this poem from today's LA Times Book Review:
Permutations
stone in water
growing
still
water in stone
still
growing
in the I whose eye
in the eye what sky
in the sky where's I
ow-ow-ow-ow-howl
ow-ow-ow-ow-owl
ow-ow-ow-ow-wow
ow-ow-ow-ow-bow
the nothingness of all
the whole in the hole
how perfect a fit
---Amy Uyematsu
How
ow-ow-ow-ow-foul.
The nothingness of this
hole in the whole.
What a perfect piece of
1 comment:
Hold the film crooked
and see the flim
cheery bim bim bam
all just flim flam.
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