Wednesday, February 2, 2011

poets lie in degrees




poets lie in degrees
especially when found
to be prostrate. couched,
for instance: davenport
transforms into sleeper,
may be guile, maybe fable,
accordingly furnished.

now let me tell you
a spotty, little story:

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.................period








8 comments:

Old 333 said...

Excellent. I feel like the school principal is coming to get me. I must ready my deadliest kung fu! Noxalio, you are doing a good job stirring my head around today. Most enjoyable. I'm taking the day off from everything except my mop, and reposting a perfectly excusable novella instead (there's this quarry problem cropping up here...). It's nice to get to do nothing but read other people's stuff! Someone pay me, quickly, so I can do it more.

talk to you later -
Peter

Gordon Mason said...

Interesting take on poetry. Can read this many ways!

Wine and Words said...

*snicker*
Look at the humor on Noxy! I kinda like filling in the blanks.

Noxalio said...

Peter, i find it to be impossible to read longer pieces on the screen, i'll have to print it and give it it's fair due. thanks for the pointer. i hope your day has been as you wished it to be.

Noxalio said...

hello Gordon. thank you for stopping over and for your interest in this piece. i will be 'cruising' over to your blog to read more intently as time permits. again, welcome.

Noxalio said...

Annie, one word, ham ...

Shadow said...

heee heee heeeee, love your story!

Noxalio said...

ok, Shadow, did you fill in the blanks? and what pray tell did it say?

hee hee