Monday, February 8, 2010

125



  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.

6 comments:

Conrad DiDiodato said...

Curtis,

a poem or a koan?

A nifty bit of writing, either way.

Curtis Faville said...

Page 125 from my collected earlier poems.

Ed Baker said...

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?

J said...

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...

jh said...

i'm stealin' this poem

jh

Curtis Faville said...

Theft.

An important element in creativity.