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

Home Baked Medicine

To heal your scars 

a get well pie:

with silver stars 

on a purple sky
of sugar icing, 

a crescent moon 

and "get well soon"
in orange writing.

Learn a little bit of Turkish: Serçe (Sparrow)
Serçeden korkan darı ekmez
Who fears sparrows, sows no seeds.
(Nothing ventured, nothing gained).

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