Friday, May 12, 2017

I Am A Kettelhack

I am the fork.
You’re the spaghetti.
I’m San Francisco.
You’re Ferlinghetti.

I usher you into
a shard of story,
half a tale,
not far beyond the Pale

detritus of Imagination’s
failures, my Imagination’s
I am a Kettelhack.

You’ve got my back.
Lately images have come
preoccupied this way –
two by two into the day

and all that I can think to do
is to imagine I am one
and that the other one
is you.


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