Saturday, April 18, 2009

things keep turning
into other things
such as lots

in which you
can turn on
a dime (barring

inflation) I'm
still wearing
my helmet


quoth the raven nearly nightly
"I'm a bird of some repute.
If you from my mouth won't take it
You will find it on your suit."


Today I tried to finish Ovid's Metamorphoses and failed. I've been reading it for a while. It's as good as it's supposed to be. The best poetry, I think, is in the descriptions (the place where a thing occurred). Weird stories.


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