Another day, another ampersand poet. Sigh…
You speak in full words and complete sentences
but the effect is the Far Side ‘Ginger’ panel
with ‘Ginger’ replaced by ‘&’:
blah blah blah blah & blah blah
& blah blah blah blah & blah blah
blah blah & blah
I imagine a satchel somewhere
overflowing with ampersands
You desperately try to stanch the flow
before it becomes a deluge
but it has become too much
You have no choice but to toss back handfuls at a time
an invasive species, they get into everything:
hair, fabrics, cooking areas, play spaces
and poems
(10 August 2018)
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This poem makes me think this is how people feel when I talk to them. I really love it, there is a certain rhytm to it, hard to pinpoint exactly.
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