Thursday, May 01, 2008

Shelf poem for Robyn

like a yearning
chasm
of available space

a tender minute
of ply
caress

a lanky plank
of splintered
plane

a poem
that is utterly
lame

I'm doing a dance while I write. I call it "horizontal extension".

3 comments:

Joanna said...

You're doing the horizontal dance while you write? Oooeer!

Anonymous said...

Not pornographic enough

Special K said...

awesome poem. look out pablo neruda.

now more about me. you asked about richard till? i didn't actually meet him. we bonded by phone. he said people send him hordes of teatowels, his address is in the book. lives in waltham, christchurch, i believe. i made the sponge pudding from his last series. it was a hit.