how do you
tell if a
can o’ spam
on a mt top
o’ that
strange land
is good to eat,
a due date
so erode,
& ya left
your only
opener
way down
there at
base camp
Poetry
how do you
tell if a
can o’ spam
on a mt top
o’ that
strange land
is good to eat,
a due date
so erode,
& ya left
your only
opener
way down
there at
base camp
four ( from 1 ) 5
= one one
( which one )
plus ten
or ten plus,
x + ( dots’ it )
‘ times plus ‘
( loops ‘thru
2 tenths &
nits
( little light )
x 10 )
– mind,
= 3, 2
a riot or
he always
interrupts
& nails you
to the spot,
the very spot,
eternity
within
the distance
from an n
to utterly
that o,
I’m off,
my luck
I brought
a tandem bike
in the shade,
parkside,
the man
with lava
in his eyes
won’t give in,
I never
find a
park bench
built for 1,
lawn chairs
collapse,
luckless me,
I’m off to
feed the cats
there is the purposed sett,
there is the monument,
theirs, a simple settle,
there, in that , they met;
therein is the mystery,
there is no whispering,
‘ there is a silence, sir ‘