What is a pause
before the cause ceases
to be a river. It is
never the muscle of
ARM & HAMMER BAKING SODA.
America was a horse.
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6 comments:
Curtis,
a poem or a koan?
A nifty bit of writing, either way.
Page 125 from my collected earlier poems.
just used a bit of
Pure
Arm & Hammer
Baking
Soda
along w some
Clabber
Girl
Baking Powder
in my egg/flower mix
to make my scratch-pankakes rise...
jus' like your "shortie"
poem here nicely rises...
lots of "stuff" in these few lines
that provoke to extend the possibilities
"America was a horse"
:now, the trail less traveled less traveled (or, even, visited/re-visited)..eh?
Brautigan's Pauper's grave, or why I emptied a rucksack of In Watermelon Sugar and a dozen bleatnik clapbooks or so onto a sea-side campfire a decade or two ago, though saving say Pound's belches con usura, some Hant-Kegel visions, a few naturalists and econo-men, and even Marxy Marx's piensos on Arm and Hammer...
i'm stealin' this poem
jh
Theft.
An important element in creativity.
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