one day U turn in
half a yoke to delay he
who’s knot a yo-yo
who goes…’OK’… when
out there there’s th@t OFU
so the farmer cedes
whereas thereafter
more cars go only backwards
to search for beebees
Poetry
one day U turn in
half a yoke to delay he
who’s knot a yo-yo
who goes…’OK’… when
out there there’s th@t OFU
so the farmer cedes
whereas thereafter
more cars go only backwards
to search for beebees
I liked this alot–though not sure why as per, but it worked for me.>KB
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You’re fond of narrative, that’s why.
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Yes I guess I am–it centers me. But I don’t mind some abstraction now and then.>KB
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And you let situation and character develop metaphor.
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