Pips
Thursday, August 14th, 2003Squish the words.
Spit the pips.
That’s a poem:
not the squish
but the pips.
Archive for August, 2003
Language
Saturday, August 2nd, 2003I don’t understand your language
but I do understand the tune.
Talk soon.
Time is the lock
Friday, August 1st, 2003Time is the lock,
love is the key:
a metaphor
to comfort me.