For breakfast I eat up my vowels, my a e i o u, to which I add from consonants a fricative or two;
After that I move my bowels then write as poets do, and frequently am quite surprised to feel a trill come through.

Saturday, 19 March 2011

Ant Nest

A little nest, my dictionary, full of small black signs:
back and forth the page they flow
marching in straight lines.

I am like the Aardvark, consuming old and young:
with joy I dine among them
and stick them on my tongue.

A little bit of Turkish: Köpek (Dog)
Havlayan köpek ısırmaz.
Barking dogs never bite.

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