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.

Sunday, 16 October 2011

Tarot Senryu: Popesse, Juggler, Fool.

The cleric cries:
She is all that faith denies!
Curse her, and her kind.

A wizard, this player:
he'll make a penny a pound
of nothing.

A pound of nothing
is a heavy burden:
Poor fool -- stripped of all.

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