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Wednesday, September 25, 2019

The Boorrownym: a New Poetic Form

A loaf of bread, a jug of wine and thou:
on sofa bed we snuggle, kleine frau.
Shall purse of silk we make from ear of sow...? 

Come, fill the cup, and in the fire of spring...
(Don't spill! Heads up, you pinhead: wire and string
won't help! First, set aside your teething ring!)

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