Showing posts with label value poem. Show all posts
Showing posts with label value poem. Show all posts

Tuesday, December 20, 2016

String Ten

the wasp's nest
of value
plagues an artist

        *

winter pipes sometimes
just start hammering
when you turn the tap

        *

if you could
be an art
and not an artist

        *

stars converse
in that window:
there's no sum

        *

you could learn
you lie
to the wasp's nest

       *

it just builds up
in the old pipes:
the indignant air