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".
Thursday, May 01, 2008
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You're doing the horizontal dance while you write? Oooeer!
Not pornographic enough
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.
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