>You dog fear you cur
>I want to break
>
>you from me
>
>Because of the dreams that can
>because of Mrs Baber at no. 63 and her cat Gwyn
>because of the exchange rate
>on the Hang Seng
>because of the suits
>and dry roasted peanuts
>
>because of what falls apart
>like the cakes my mother baked
>into I don't know
>
>how many animals
>impersonating me
>
>or the not-know ball (what's that?)
>of sense that hits
>
>right in the middle of my head.
>
>
This too is neat, Dave
but tell us, do you take exactly 5 minutes to write them? I recall
bpNchol's 'hours' which were poems made up of everything that entered his
consciousness & his perceptual surround during an hour (always shown by
this minute to that minute of a 24 hour period).
Doug
Douglas Barbour
Department of English
University of Alberta
Edmonton Alberta Canada T6G 2E5
(h) [780] 436 3320 (b) [780] 492 0521
http://www.ualberta.ca/~dbarbour/dbhome.htm
Drive right past that lady, that's
St. As Is.
George Bowering
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